As chaos erupted in the Chantry courtyard, Freyan moved into action quickly. It seemed the Viscounts hunch had been correct though to be honest Freyan did not expect the assassin to be an elf. That would complicate diplomatic matters in the long run indeed. The man in armor bounded up to the raised platform soon after the Grand Cleric had dealt with her own assassin. He quickly dropped into a defensive stance as he looked around for another assassin hiding the crowd. But he picked out nothing still remaining there as a Templar rushed over to help the Grand Cleric to her feet as two Sisters moved over to help the Cleric's fallen guards. Freyan wanted to tell them that it was hopeless and that the Assassin had been extremely precise in her killing blows. But he said nothing, it would not help the matter and their busy hands would stay the tides of grief if only for a little bit. Such depravity in front of the House of the Maker it told of the times and almost made Freyan sick as he turned to where the Assassin had gone down. There was much chaos as a group of very angry Templars rushed over to deal with the assassin pushing the city guard out of the way as they voiced their protest. Freyan after making sure the Grand Cleric was being taking care of moved away from her and towards this growing group of people. 

When he arrived at the group the Templars and the guards were arguing with one another. From what Freyan could gather the holy knights wanted to execute the assassin for such a heinous act while the guards wanted to bring her through the proper channels. Swift justice was a thing that Freyan could appreciate but he wondered if emotions were flying too high at the moment. Sure, the assassin had tried to kill a holy figure which is generally frowned upon in society but she didn't succeeded did she? So killing her... wouldn't that just make them more  murderers than she was? Heroes didn't go around stabbing people, no that wouldn't be right. Freyan pondered this predicament in his head as he pushed through the group towards the front just as things had begun to become heated. One of the Templars had pushed the guard that was restraining off of the assassin and had placed his own heavy iron boot upon his chest. He drew his sword and called out to the rest around him with a strong conviction in his voice. [color=lightgreen]"If you spineless fools won't deal with this traitorous knife-ear wretch, I will in the name of the Maker!"[/color]

The other Templar cheered as their fellow raised his sword high above his head bringing it down with the intent to separate the assassins head from her body. Before the guards could jump in and before the Templar could finish his deed he let out a strangled cry of pain. Everyone turned in surprise as seemingly out of nowhere a large pointed chain had embedded itself into the man's shoulder. Freyan had not thought about what he was doing he only reacted on training that wad drilled into him after years of action and response. He did not think his actions through as he dragged the man forward pulling his sword away from the assassin and brought his shield up slamming it into the side of the man's face dropping him to the ground like a heavy sack of vegetables. Freyan pulled the chain out of the man's arm and walked towards the assassin standing beside her as he turned to explain himself to the authorities. he authorities who know guard and Templar alike had there swords raised and pointed at him, a stranger who had just assaulted a man of the faith in defense of an assassin.... oh this was bad. 

[color=violet]"Now listen gentlemen.... we don't need to do anything drastic here."[/color] He called out trying to appease them in his thick Orlesian accent but they did not seem like the type to listen to reason. He looked down at the elven assassin beneath him and back to the advancing guards. Freyan had done exactly what he always did, by trying to be the hero he had only dug himself deeper in a hole. Quickly he crouched down shield still raised as he grabbed the assassin by the scruff of her neck and lifted her off the ground and too her feet. Drawing his sword he took a step backwards and looking for an opening in the crowd as he did he whispered in a low voice that only the elf and anybody right by them would of been able to hear. [color=violet][i]"So milady... Any bright ideas?"[/i][/color]