I believe this was the second Dragon’s Fang that I debuted. While I don’t normally like to brag about my hunts, this was a particularly tough slog.
I remember days of great adversity, with torrential downpours turning solid ground into naught but muck and mire. We fought a running skirmish mile after mile, losing comrades at every turn, but the battle soon turned in our favor when we trapped the dastardly Wyrm in a box canyon.
Many a good man fell to this dark-hearted beast. In the end, it came down to just the two of us and victory was assured by the long hours spent in front of the forge. As I brought my hammer down with the power of an angry blacksmith, the Wyrm’s fate was sealed.