This conversation would have taken place on the last island where we left off, just before bed. I can't remember how the night watches went... but here goes anyway.
Belwar takes Valen aside to speak with him quietly. Belwar's manner does not seem to be completely enraged as he has been lately.
"I need tah ask a favor of yeh. This bite is gettin tha better of me. I'm startin ta feel dumber as time goes on, and tha more we wander this accursed woods, tha faster time runs oot."
Belwar stoped to see if Valen understood. Valen remained quiet (for a change!)
Twill be soon that I no longer have the sense to breathe withoot a bein reminded. My own ineptitude in battle will get us into trouble, and I'll not be havin the deaths of us all hangin over my spirit. If we do not find this witch, or if we do and she does no help, You must understand what ye hafta do. You must put this to rest while I sleep, else the rest of ye will fail on account of me." Belwar paused a moment.
"Keep an eye on the elf too. I imagine he be sufferin simlarly. He's liable to start spouting colors like a mad painter."
