The dwarf realized their suspicion immediately and knew that he could not keep this charade going for long.

The dwarf knew the perfect site for a bushwhacking, but it was far from the lines.

The dwarves didn't know what the thing was, but their magic told them it was dangerous.

The dwarf knew this too, but he did not give up.

At least then, the dwarf would know what problems he was getting!

The dwarf knew that none of them would get any sleep that night, whether on guard, or not.

"The dwarves know what you did, and they're none too happy!"

The mixed-race issue was a very sensitive one, as the dwarf well knew.

It flew into the water, never touching the rock, and then the dwarf knew that he had planned well.

These dwarves knew war was coming, were eager for it, in fact.