He hated being where he was at that moment, he hated the city for being so dull....Belrac hated just about everything that you could think of. Take that man near him in the middle of saddling his horse before turning around and noticing Belrac before inquiring what he was doing at the stables today. He turned and looked at the man with a scowl, his one good eye narrowing and for a few moments he said nothing before snorting. "My business here is none of your own Atan (man), suffice to say though that I am waiting on several companions to embark on a trip." he explained when he sensed a presence, rather than saw it, and didn't need to look to know that whoever it was had to be an elf. Looking then, he could only glare at slender for of Neniel. "Speak of which, I assume he's one of them." he said and then spat at the ground near the Elf's feet.<br/><br/>Though Belrac had nothing personal against the Elf due to barely knowing him, it was due part of the fact that the two species fought differently. Belrac preferred direct confrontation while the Elf, if asked, would no doubt say that he would prefer indirect combat so as not to be spotted. They had only just met though and him being a stranger was reason enough for the rugged Dwarf to be weary of the Elf as he moved around in the stables a little so that his gaze held both Neniel and the human. "If your fixin' to know more though, seek out a lass at the Fiddlers Den who goes by the name of Rain. A sweet lass she seems, she'll tell you what it is she's settin out ta do."<br/><br/>Done explaining and not seeking to strike up a conversation with the Elf least it ended with a brawl, he placed his weapons against a stall to retrieve from his pack a small whetstone, to which he then proceeded to grind it across the edge of his ax blade. He enjoyed sharpening his weapon knowing that with each pass of the whetstone his weapon was made all the sharper and all the deadlier as it would allow him to slice through armor and flesh all the easier, while also possibly psych his opponent out as he would run his thumb sometimes across its sharpened surface to cut his finger with only a grin on his face that would indicate that he was going to enjoying the coming fight.<br/><br/>It was while he was sharpening his ax that he finally noticed the man from earlier that had been at the Den and helped clean things up. What was his name.....Fenniel, that was it. The man had been so silent that Belrac hadn't noticed the guy slipping into the stables so silently. Out of the party members that Rain has assembled he felt that he was only going to enjoy on Fenniel's company so long as he remained silent.