The petty rivalry continued until Tiffany's father demanded she marry on her 20th birthday. When she publicly refused at the gala held in her honour, he chose a suitor for her - Cassius Í Calculus - and set the date for the wedding. Tiffany packed her bag, her favourite gown and all her music, instruments and sheets, and set out on the road. She took a pouch of her earnings and paid for a merchant to smuggle her out of the city. Outside the walls, they encountered bandits and creatures and Tiffany managed to subdue them with just the power of her voice, boosting her ego.
When the caravan reached its destination - the small town of Freewater - she realised that playing music for the poor would not fill her purse quite as much as it had in the city and so, her funds began to dwindle. Tiffany continued to travel and perform but after a while, a contingent of men in armour appeared to ambush her. They bore no livery but she recognised their voices. The men had been sent by her father to escort her back home.
Tiffany used some trickery to escape their grasp and fled into a nearby forest. Several hours later, she emerged in the exact same spot to find her attackers had been killed and now lay bleeding by the side of the road. A group of mercenaries had engaged them in combat and now stood victorious and very heroic looking. Tiffany asked if she could join them.