Makas shakes his head in disagreement with Fror. "No point in thinking about 'what ifs'," Makas says. "Ya did good and fine by me, and I'll not forget it."
Securing his axes, the dwarven warrior turns to address Golear, loudly enough for the campfolk behind to hear. "I don't care much what ya think of us. But answer me these questions and maybe you'll see the truth."
"We went into the township to find out what was goin' on. For certainly no good was goin' on. And someone tried to assassinate us with these magical pictures to guide them," he adds, pulling the pictures from his belt pouch and passing them to Golear. "You can see that they were made here, in this very camp, when we first arrived. If Yv'vus suspected us as traitors, would he not have warned you against us? And why did he try and misdirect our search for the item that captured our likenesses for the assassins? And why did he flee when the search continued? For Fror and I were waiting here for the traitor, but not suspecting it would be Yv'vus. I bet if we walk back there right now and search his tent, that we'll find the device. If we do, then we are proved right and you have been betrayed. If not, then the case is open."
"Would you pass on this opportunity to prove that the old elf was true to you?"