"First of all, being an eldritch abomination is his business and it is not illegal to be one. And second, if you are wondering, sir Erwin. Casdegar is not his name. It means Ancient One in Elvish." 

Jazdia moved closer. Her face was devoid of any emotion, but one could see a banked fire of anger in her eyes. "Like the word 'she-elf' you used to address me. The difference is I know a common courtesy and picked my words better than you." 

The restaurant owner's gaze darted to Thernous for a moment, then flickered back to Erwin. Ready to unleash her vexation. Deserving or not she will be sharp. If the words cut deeper than a knife, then she can afford to be brutal. 

"Also don't act like I am under your command. Kid. I know the law of your nation better than you. I helped reform your constitution 20 years ago, and my organization oversaw all of its amendments. When you prattled about the law like the word was some cheap mantra, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly, but I did not say anything so you could preserve your dignity. It was wrong, indeed, clearly so now because I thought even if you have a brain about the size of your trigger-happy finger, I couldn't imagine, of all myriads of reasons to not shoot, you chose to shoot a man over some unfounded suspiciousness. How does it feel when your arrogance backfires on you? Suck it up! And don't bother me."