"Aria." She says, trying to hide her annoyance, "You are a sword, not a person.  Your existence is one of servitude to the one who wields you and to who possesses you.  In this instance, me."  The drow moving to stop the girl who is a sword from continuing to go through her things, "There are no plays here, the shopping is for those about to go back on the road, or coming from it for a rest.  That is all." she informs the sword, "Those plays are long and dead, no one sees or even requests them to be put on, and haven't for sometime.  Now then, you will stop this at once and return to being a weapon, and I will use you as needed."