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"Faith," echoed Belwar. A decent answer, he supposed. Still though, how can one put so much faith into something they didn't know for fact? It was Foolish!

"I tell ye Zurn, I do not think I've faith in anythin but me axe. I go inta battle, an I know it's in me hand, an I know it swings, and I know it kills." Belwar's tone shifted from one of certainty to one not so sure. "An until the cave, I knew nothin else. But, this... Ehlonna... Or, whatever happened... Tha wasn't small, was it..." It wasn't really a question.

"Ye don't see things like this in every day, do ye. What I do know, is I coulda chopped at tha shade of Dannobar til anvils rain from the sky, and nothin woulda happened."

Belwar looked about the campsite. Mirri sat and calmy... bathed? cleaned? perhaps "groomed" was the word... while Sol talked, not even noticing the Dwarves had engaged in a side conversation.

"Zurn, Um startin to think there may be... eh... somthin else... somethin..." Belwar's frustration was begining to wear on him. "Ach, I dunno. Ferget I said anythin."

Me an me axe, that's all there be! he said to himself.

The question took Belwar by complete surprse. "I, ah uh I wha?" It was clear that the conversation had spun Belwar into a completely different direction than he had expected.

"Well, sure! of course!"

"Well of course not," Belwar said. "But has Ehlonna ever held yer hand? Has she ever thumped ye on the head? Has she ever shared a mug o ale with ye?"

Belwar paused and added "Have ye ever even seen er?"

He shook his head. "Now, I understand what feelins are, and I know what faith is... I just have trouble imaginin walkin inta battle in a house-coat with no metal tween me an my enemies. I mean, how do ye know, ye havent made her mad? How do ya know she's gonna answer yer prayers? What if she's busy... doin... goddess... things?"

Belwar's questions almost fell all over themselves. It was clear he had been thinking alot about it.

Belwar took the words in, and was surprised to find that he DIDN'T think them loony. A month ago he'd have scoffed at them, and patted the axe at his side, but he'd seen things since then that can only be explained as divine.

Something was tugging at him, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. He'd always tried to do what he thought was right, but never really stopped to consider why. Doing things because they were right had never exactly worked out for him in the past.

He'd been a guard of his stronghold, because he felt that it was the right thing to do. His father had always told him the saftey of others was more important than his own. That same city had killed his father, and exiled Belwar, and they'd both only ever done the right thing.

It still felt right though. As gruff and angry as Belwar seemed on the outside, he knew he would always do what was good and just. Though his methods were very different from Zurn's and Vallen's, the goal was always the same.

Until this night, Belward had never stopped to consider that a god or goddess would ever hear him pray. He always figured it was a priest's job to pray to his god, while Belwar's job was to send wrong doers to meet thiers.

"No Zurn, it makes no less sense than the existance of a wendigo, or the sudden appearance of our new friend over there," Belwar shifted his eyes to Sol.

A thought then occured to Belwar. "Do ye think yer Ehlonna had anythin to do with this fella? Or with Vallen suddenly vanishin?"

Wow, this thread is completely fucked. Got all jumbled. seems to be a bit out of order... could also be tht it's 1:32am and I'm a little off...

I'll be fixing all of this. I want it all to be readable again.