They looked like a diverse group from the get go, if she was going to get on any ship this might be a good one. This being said Sage knew he still didn`t like the thought of it. "What if they try to harm you when you aren`t expecting it?" Dhamir tried to reason knowing it was a weak excuse. He knew all too well the girl could handle herself just fine. That brought up that she wasn`t a child anymore though. She hadn`t been for a long time now. The girl he rescued all that time ago no longer existed, she`d evolved into someone completely different.

"We both know that they could try, but they`d be underestimating me."

Sage commented as she studied the three with her hand on her chin. The sides of her full lips curled up in a smirk. "This is it, I feel it Dhamir. I`m as sure of this as the day I ran away. This time I`m choosing how I will live though. The first step in life." The thought of leaving him made her heart ache, but she couldn`t stay forever if she wanted to obtain her own goals for the future. "Be sure to not be a stranger, I will make sure to do the same. Communication between those of the arcane arts isn`t exactly hard, no matter the distance."

The older man that was practically her father sighed, "be safe, the last thing I need is having you die on me now. That would mean this was all for waste." Sage hugged him before starting to walk away backwards. "Love ya too old man," spinning on her heal so she could walk forward Sage approached the table fairly casually. The pounding of her heart hurt a bit as it stretched in its confines. It was when it hurt that she knew she was doing something exciting, that she was living. 

The surgery on the artery connected to her heart had been nearly two decades ago. The scar going down her chest had faded to a silvery tone but had never disappeared. Most would think she`d try to hide it as most would. Very few wanted a damaged good, but this was why the corset like top she was wearing was certainly not trying to hide it. You either took her as she was or you got on the bandwagon of people who were too confused about how she got it, therefore rejected her on the spot. In her eyes her scar was proof she`d come from hell and back. That was something anyone should be proud of. This being said the rest of her clothing consisted of loose fitting healers robes, dyed white with flowing sleeves that came off from under the corset`s sides, and a sandy cloak designed for a traveler. The choice in clothing made her crimson hair stand out exponentially in her overall appearance. Last but certainly most important was the satchel on her side that ran across her chest.

"Ooo, I think you`ll have to buy me a drink there before anything comes to light." Sage said as she looked over the man in front of her. He certainly was handsome, probably knew it too. Interesting bunch they were now that she was closer. That dwarf didn`t have a hand. something she really wanted to look at, and the fey like elf certainly seemed to be in a good mood tonight. If they`d take her she knew this was certainly going to be interesting if anything.

"My name is Sage Naifeh, I`m a mage specialized in different forms of healing, anything ranging from a gash in your side to curses. The news around here is that you fine gentleman are looking for a crew. I would like to volunteer my expertise if you`ll allow me." While she maintained a light attitude her overall demeanor showed how serious she was on this. It showed through her firm eye contact with the handsome fellow.