Ignoring the two warforged intimidating remarks, Alastor continues to introduce himself: "Well, miss, I would gladly introduce myself. The name is Alastor, sword for hire and accomplished master of the arcane arts."
A female warforged...? I never really thought they would go to such lengths to get an identity. It must be a thing they started thinking about after the war.
He then looks into Shard's pulsing eyes and down at the scimitar he carries in the scabbard.
"Well, I may not have assessed the situation well enough, sir, but I believe that would be an extremely stupid move for a thinking individual like yourself. I don't really have anything against warforged. You were quite capable soldiers during The Last War and you're quite fascinating from a scholar's point of view, but now you don't exactly have a whole lot of goodwill with the rest of the people in Khorvaire. So please don't pull a stupid stunt like that..."
Alastor starts flexing his fingers and fire appears in his palm.
"These little things pack quite a lot of punch. It should be enough to fry your metallic hide, so why don't we keep things civil and avoid an unnecessary conflict?" He says while smiling at Shard.