She did like to say that she was a jerk and not an arse, at least deep down. Not that she would ever say it out loud, of course, still playing the rich woman game in the end. But inwardly? She tended to at least think this, whenever someone called her names or the like, or when she stole from someone. One did not take to a life like hers without a willingness to take from others, naturally. But she tended to not take from people who could not afford it and not more than she needed or wanted just to spite others. Well, sometimes she did, when she hated someone or they treated her badly. But in general? She tried to not be overtly evil in most things.

Some might say that it was only because she saw no reason to do so, or because she had not had proper opportunity to do it. But that was were days like this came in.
And, to be absolutely honest, it was a bit of a bother. While not completely unsympathetic to the plight and the people and endowed with a certain willingness to help after stumbling over this island during a mini cruise with someone in an attempt to recapture the magic of a summer romance, Violet missed one crucial thing: skill. Well, skill and knowledge.

Hence, even though she had showed up here a bit ago half on accident, she had not been able to do more than help the villagers out with odd chores suited to her delicate frame until someone better came along. Like someone who rode to the village on the back of a dragonbat. Bat-dragon? She was not sure. But it looked powerful, so the rider probably knew what he was doing.
Either way, the young woman in her white sundress quickly made her way to the landing point, watching the stranger introduce himself. Slightly out of breath, she slowed and composed herself before addressing him: “Ah, good day to you, good sir. They are, indeed looking for assistance. I offered my own, but sadly I am not quite sure how to do so. But I do believe that I could be of use if you need any assistance.”