Ogham keeps his focus on the flames burning so close to the shifters feet. They burn, and dance, and long to be set free and burn the world to a crisp...
With some difficulty, the warforged looks away, and the fire seems to sputter for a moment before continuing their dance across the floor. Holding his mace up, Ogham senses that they are waiting for the shifter to respond, and the former soldier likewise prepares himself to either attack or defend should the enemy refuse to give in.