A dragon, the second we would fight in our lives, and perhaps the last. The thing was young, and that is, I believe, the only thing that saved us that day. She had the strength but not yet the skill. Had she both, I would not be putting quill to parchment today. The fight went as fights will bloody and brief, chaotic and sometimes painfully slowly.
Battle is an odd thing.
It is the longest and yet most brief moment of your life at the same time. You can think of nothing else when you are in it, and yet at the same time, you consider all the things that would end with your breath, blood, and breast. But enough poetry. Suffice it to say that the dragon was felled that day, through no small pain of our own. When it was slain, we found the dessicated body of Bau'us in the small horde of treasure.