She will work up a suite of subtle illusions that make her look scarier- A bit of dramatic wind ruffling her fur, a sort of subtle shining outline, gold glowing eyes, that kind of thing, and wreathe herself in blue foxfires, and run down between the closest knot of belligerents. 

"Hello, all! I would really appreciate if everyone just went home and had a nice nap or dinner. Much harder to end up regretting your actions from that position!"

"I should've said, the potions only let you understand other languages, not speak them," Rixpar whispers.

He raises his voice. "Listen up, idiots! My magical mighty friend here would like it if you all hurried back home, before you start a fight with someone dangerous like her!"

The groups find this a persuasive argument. They continue to hurl insults at each other, but do so while backing away into their own territories and paying more attention to whether the obviously magical fox is about to cast a spell at them. Living in a town with a magical university means any experienced group of rioters knows to quickly disperse so they don't make an attractive target for a 20' spread.

She will pace a bit and tooth-click and wave the blue fires for emphasis. It's a little gratifying, being the scariest thing in the nearest city block.

"Good stuff. An ounce of prevention and a pound of cure and all that. Do stop me if it looks like I'm about to make a big mistake, please. Haste makes waste, but fortune favors the bold..."

And then repeat with any other sets of people menacing each other in the nearby surrounds?

They have an effective routine going! Obviously magical creatures are scary, and unfamiliar ones with unknown capabilities even more so. 

As they're en route to another site of brewing violence, Rixpar speaks up. "The main thing is the language barrier. You got a few options if you don't get language spells yourself. Potions like these don't run cheap, and you don't get a chance to save an alchemist every day. If you do have the cash to keep buying 'em, you're better off going to the coin-priests thataway, spells're cheaper than potions since you can't carry them off to drink as you need 'em."

"The sun-priests can help gratis if you're not loaded, but only if there's nobody needier and that's a queue that's getting a lot longer with all this going on." His stinger lashes in the air, gesturing at all the unrest of the city. "Or you could go to the King - no, Queen now - or the guard, they'll have wizards who can help and they need all the help they can get. Normally the Academae would be full of spellcasters to sort you out but it's shut up tight. And lastly..."

Rixpar looks over at the complex to the east walled off with black marble that the riders flew over. "Okay, they summon way too many imps, but one good thing from all the wannabe wizards of the Academae is that they also have a ritual for binding a familiar and now we drakes know it too. If you do that, so long as we stick together I get tougher scales, you can land touch spells through me, and we both get a private language so I can translate for you." 

"Oh, different gods maybe? I can figure those out later. Yeah, I'm going to need to talk to people and I'm not short on coin. Well, depending on how many, but it's probably fine, cursed spirit lairs tend to have valuables. Don't like nobles I don't know, generally. Coin priests, then, it's a lot easier to just throw money at merchants. Uh... Not really sure about the familiar thing when I'm so out of context. You're fun and helpful- Uh I've got a humanoid name by the way, 'Weiss Faron' or 'Weiss', and mostly go by it- But that's a 'read the books first' sounding thing."

"Yeah, figures, I'd not normally be the type to tie myself down like that either. Here, if you scare off this lot with one of those screams, I'll write you a message for them saying you want to pay for a Share Language of Taldane."

He settles down on the next roof, collecting a tile that has dropped into a gutter and scratching letters into it with his claws. The spell also allows her to read them, confirming it's what he said. 

Well, it is always kind of fun and cathartic to let out a very loud fox screem.

Rixpar cackles as the people scatter, and offers her the etched tile once he's done. He does a double-take, before more hesitantly holding it up for her to carry in her mouth.

She whaps it with her tail, actually, and the tile disappears smoothly into the fluff.

"Thanks for all the help, Rixpar, I'm going to go look for coin priests now. Follow me if you like but if not good luck and maybe we'll meet again!"

Rixpar accompanies her as far as the temple, where a wall of serious acolytes and guards with crossbows stand ready. 

"Hey, don't shoot, she's here on business!" He tells them as he flies ahead. 'Here on business' seem to be the magic words for Abadarians, because the human wall parts to allow her entry even if they keep their crossbows ready.

He returns to part ways from her with a wave. "Apsu's strength to you!"

While the temple defenders are distracted by the giant fox, Rixpar flies off to sneak some sips from the font of holy water. 

Okay, these people mean business, alright. 

"Yeah uh hi?"

She produces the tile and a string of gold coins (a literal string, with holes in the middle and knots to keep them in place), with a flick of her tail, holding them up with an illusory hand.

...Actually, uh.

Here is an illusion of the soldier lady, with any heraldry she saw and her injuries. Here is an illusion of soldier lady floating into the building? Head nodding on left and head shaking on right.

After a whispered exchange that involves the words "resurrection insurance" and "Breath of Life", a woman with a crossbow and a gilded set of armor engraved with designs of keys and scales steps forward to deal with her. 

"There's someone injured? From the Sable Company? Yes, bring her to the channel room, they're insured. I'll tell the guards to let you through again when you return."

She then reads the tile and lifts the coin-string to feel the weight of it. "There's a premium charged for foreign denominations and for open slots under these circumstances. It'll cost you twenty of these to get the spell tonight, a little less if you can wait until tomorrow."

Snort.

And-

-Flickers away for about three seconds-

-Here she is, carrying the Sable Company soldier on a plane of softly glowing light, and catching her message and coin string in the other hand. She makes to hand over the coins.

There's too much she doesn't understand. She feels impatient, and the communication difficulties are annoying, and being scalped is ANNOYING but the only way out is through.

The guards startle and raise crossbows, but the representative holds up a hand and they lower them again.

"You were the fox? Bring her through here." She accepts the coins and counts off the required amount like beads on a rosary as she leads Weiss into a large round chamber sixty feet across with multiple levels and several mats already occupied by the wounded awaiting healing. "It'll take me fifteen minutes to prepare the Share Languages. Can you wait out in the hall with me once you've set her down?"

Nodnod, at the question. Yes, she was the fox, see this illusion of her shifting.

Her rescue will be gently set down, and she will follow or wait wherever, trying to chill out a bit. Deep breaths. Pacing, but in a contained way.

By Tamamo and Illumine, dealing with Erius-types can be either so soothing or so stressful. Her mind goes back to a meme from long long ago- 'shut up and take my money!' Making her smile briefly.

It's less than a minute of waiting before the background chatter in the temple fades back into gibberish, Rixpar got her here just in time. 

As she waits, a couple more injured people are brought in on stretchers and lowered onto the floor of the channeling chamber. A dark-skinned man in lavishly embroidered yellow robes walks through, acolytes presenting ledgers and verbal reports to him as they follow. Another round of shouting issues from outside, muffled by the thick walls of the temple-bank.

Fifteen minutes later, the priest returns. She holds a key in one hand, and offers her glowing knuckles for Weiss to touch. In her other hand she returns the remaining coins of her string. 

"Will you be needing this spell regularly?" She asks, once it takes hold. Receiving a shared language is a subtly different experience to comprehending it, her thoughts shifting to accommodate the new word orders. "It typically takes a month to learn a new tongue through sharing and immersion."

She's used to translation magic doing weird things, thankfully.

"Gods if I know. I'm here by accident. And real low on context. If I stay in the city, yes, but that will sure add up." 

She checks how many coins were taken.

"How long's this one last? The last one was only a few minutes and there are probably more people in trouble, I gotta get back out there."

It's such a relief to be able to talk and expect to be understood!

"Twenty-four hours. If you speak to a clerk, they can get you scheduled for another casting at the same time tomorrow."

The priestess rubs her key with her thumb thoughtfully. "If you are low on context, it is unwise to intervene blindly. Abadar advises us to present our offerings and accept the highest bid for them, that our skills and creations may be received where they are valued most. For a nominal fee, the Bank can list what you are capable of and share that with other patrons of the temple, or put you in contact with likely buyers. Or you can pay for the time of someone here to offer impartial counsel."

"A full day, gotcha. Uh... Oh, you guys really are like Erius priests huh. Everything is worth what someone else will pay and all. I've been breaking up fights mostly. Your listing does not sound like a fast process? And there's fighting in the streets now. Then again I did pay for this to be less running around blind- Uh, maybe there is someone else whose time is less valuable I should talk to?"

The priest gives her a smile. "There are costs of attention in tracking every transaction, and costs of time in seeking out the very best offer. If you want to help now, the Guard will be hiring, and the Arbiter's Hall is that large building just across the road. A merchant seeking protection can likely pay you more, but as you say will take longer to make that arrangement. As for paying me for a few extra minutes of my time, why don't you decide on a fair price when you see me next based on how much my words have helped you?"

"Mmh, sure. I heard there's a new queen and people aren't happy about it. I fought a tentacled thing that came up from underground until it decided to go back. I broke up fights by being scary. I can do really good illusions, being a giant fox, lots of fire. I'm nimble and pretty good in a physical brawl, especially on four legs. I have a good perception of movement around me. I have a few mixed scrolls and wands. And I wouldn't mind any of this being listed for hire, though I won't do anything, uh... Evil.

"What should I do if I plan to stick around here for at least a few days, don't really know how magic or anything works around here and am kind of curious, and want to help people pretty generally but not stick my neck out too far? And what's your name, I'm Weiss Faron?"

She takes a quick note of those capabilities. "I am Clerk-Militant Jana. No fire inside the city, please, the buildings are flammable and it's been a dry spell. For that kind of broad introduction... It sounds like it would take long enough that I or a colleague would charge for it, but one of the junior acolytes would only charge a few silvers per hour and would be no less trustworthy. Normally the Academae would be the natural place to direct you for questions of magic, but who knows how long that will stay closed off for. As for gathering rumors and taking quests, taverns are traditional, the Three Rings is only a few streets over." She says that last part like it's an obvious reference.

Nodnodnodnodnod taptaptap the floor with her foot in nervous energy. Her ears and tail are startlingly expressive.

"It's pretty good at only burning what I want," lil blue orb on her tailtip, which pokes up in front of her, and she waves her hand through it, "But I will take that under heavy advisement, burning someone's house down would be... Bad. Okay, well. I'm... Not super great at taverns but if it's the done thing... City Guard, hmm... Okay. I'm going to be back for more languaging tomorrow almost certainly. So I'll give you whatever internal judgement says as bonus for this advice then, M- Clerk? Jana. Crisis may be ongoing so I'm going back out there. Probably to the tavern, briefly, then the guard. Or vice versa. Can you lot uhh- Hmm no, okay, I'll just be back tomorrow if you-the-temple end up posting all that about me and receiving inquiries, inquirers can pay any fees to hold and deliver said messages? Silver ecu to cover the listing fee?"