First things first. The newly titled Hero of Brightwall needed followers, and so she ambled down the street, looking out for unexpecting people to befriend.

She set her sights on an older man who had just left the pawn shop. Grinning, she approached him and held out a hand. "May I have this dance?"

The man barely had time to respond as she twirled him and put her numerous years of dancing lessons to use.

"You are rather good at this!" he complimented as she lifted him into the air and set him back down again.

"Well, duh, I'm the Princess," she said, enjoying his surprised reaction.

"You're Sparrow's daughter? Well, you certainly dance better than her. She sucked."