She's a Pirate.
Sarah raised her hand to block out the sun as Ashe gazed at the port city below her. She had just arrived with a caravan that was here to trade their goods. They were good people but she was all to glad to escape the stink of the camels. 'I can't wait to get off this island.' She thought to herself as she grabbed her satchel and headed to town. Apparently this town was in the middle of some sort of festival and everyone seemed to be partying. She suddenly found herself being swept away with a crowd of partygoers. She had been asking this merchant if there were any outgoing ships when a crowd swooped by and carried them off. The crowd dissipated around a bunch of food kiosks and Sarah was left alone in the middle of the street covered in confetti with multiple leis around her neck. She quickly checked her satchel and found that she now had two large bottles of rum. She tried to find that merchant again, but looking at the crowds around her she new it would be impossible. 'If it wasn't for that stupid crowd I would have found a boat already.' She thought angrily. "Are there any ships that are leaving this place?!" She shouted in frustration.