"It may be best not to draw your blade in a place such as this." Spoke the petit voice of Freya. 

She stepped closer and next to her armor puppet. Her voiced clashed with her current appearance, but that was not the main thing on her mind. There were already people who were running in fear before this man came along. The guardsmen of the city are sure to have been alerted by now, and a man attacking another man is sure to be arrested on sight.Looking at the man now, he seemed to be a foreigner with his shade of skin and accent. He spoke of some sort of tablet, so she decided to use it in her words.

"Guardsmen are sure to arrest you if you seem threatening. Your sword and the man beneath your foot will not help either. Whatever it is that you want, you won't be able to obtain it if you're locked behind bars. Also, you really shouldn't throw anything unless you know what it is. You almost dented the helmet on this armor."

She pointed to the helmet on her puppet. There was no visible dent in it, but the point she was trying to make was to mind the people around him.

"Please. Sheathe your blade."