Sage startled as she heard a man address her. She looked up quickly from her journal to hear what he was saying. She quickly shoved it back in her bag and stood to shake the man's hand. "Sage. Nice to meet you. I was admiring your craftsmanship. They're lovely. My father is a blacksmith so I can appreciate talent when I see it." She was actually glad to have a friendly face to talk to. She leaned in a little closer and lowered her voice "And just between you and me, I do a little smithing myself." Sage wondered for a moment if she had made a mistake. Where she came from most of the men would not take kindly to a woman stepping into their field. But seeing as she could very well be heading into her last leg of life, she wanted someone to know something about her. As she waited for his reaction, she glanced around quickly just to check her surroundings. Hopefully her initial judgement of Webb wasn't wrong and she'll have somewhere to pass the time until she grows tired.