"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.