Belrac couldn't help but feel that with every second that slowly ticked by that the bard didn't arrive it was another second that he was missing out on potentially missing out on his doom or spending his time in another barroom drinking what humans passed of as alcohol. It was only the fact that the doom her mission could bring him was all to enticing not for someone of his trade to pass up.<br/><br/>He finally stopped grinding the small whetstone against the blade of his ax and returned it to the pocket that he retrieved it from so that he could test the sharpness of it by pressing his thumb lightly against it. With barely any pressure he ran his thumb down along its length and grinned a nearly toothless grin when he was greeted with the sight of his thumb covered with a little blood that welled from a small cut caused by his ax. He enjoyed having his weapons nice and sharp so as to better chop his opponents into a pile of dismembered limbs. It was when he had cleaned the blood off of his thumb that Rain and a newcomer, also a woman Belrac noted, entered the stables and he watched as the newcomer met with the stable-master and then saddled her horse. He couldn't help but snort rather loudly as he was rather unimpressed by the woman and then turned towards Rain.<br/><br/>"Bout time you got your arse here. I was beginnin to think you might have chickened out of your own mission," he complained as he hefted his ax so that it now rested on his shoulder and he took a step forward away from the wall to turn and regard the newcomer again as she mounted her horse. "Nice little piece of work you got there," he complimented, indicating the rapier she possessed, "I only hope you know how to use such a weapon to its fullest potential." he said and then moved over to the door of the stables and prepared to leave. "Let's get moving before I say something that will cause someone to fly off at me."