Rajak sighs slightly, his wirey body standing. Patting his horse lightly, he checks his equipment on his body. A knife, a sword, some rope, and a few odds and ends that mgiht be useful. He really did not want an open confrontation in front of any people that might get hurt, but he also did not want to sit out here in the rain.
Moving through the front door of the tavern, his wet hair sending streams of water rivulets down his craigy face. His weathered lips form a smile within the scraggly beard, and his hand falls to his dagger naturally and easily though he does not drawit from his sheath.
Gejin was at the foot of the stairs, his prey, his target. Moving with the fluidity of one who was completely at ease, no tension to be seen, he moves toward his target. "Lets just make this nice and easy, so that no one else accidentally gets hurt..." His words are low, and only spoken as he nears the other man.