Salazar paused when he saw the lady sitting under the tree. She had to be a lady, she was clean. He put the sword away. He was NOT about to stoop to the level of threatening an unarmed lady. He approached slowly so that she would be sure to catch sight of him before he was too close and not be startled. He stopped a respectful distance away, wondering at the lack of attendants or guards or at the very least a companion. "My pardons, Lady, for my brashness in speaking to you directly. I am Salazar Slytherin, a traveling healer, might I be graced with your name so that we can converse as properly introduced people of station?"