He raised an eyebrow at her demand, before shrugging. "Let me guess how you THINK it went. I met it on the open field, mounted, lance and all that, and it was bested in a single charge.<br/><br/>Not in the slightest. It ambushed us in our inn after midnight, on the night before we planned to head out and find an ambush spot for it. My gold dragon was attacked first, and only the fact she was awake and practicing a new spell allowed her to survive its initial rush. I was awakened by an elf if the party, for the dragon had cast a rather potent sleep spell on the inn, before attacking. Two of my companions were extremely slow to awaken, and one did not until after the dragon had died. I moved to engage the dragon, though a room with a draft horse sized gold and a small pony sized white dragon doesn't leave a lot of room to move around in. We scuffled for a moment, before the dragon destroyed the floor, dumping me and it in the inn common room.<br/><br/>I stabbed it a couple more times, and then it turned into a gas cloud to escape, and sank through the floor into the cellar. I cut it off at the cellar exit, and we continued our brawl, my protection from frost spell neutering its best way of hurting me from a distance. The two companions I mentioned earlier were finally able to shake off the sleep spell, and shot it with a couple arrows that succeeded in annoying it, and it lunged at me twice, trying to grapple with me so it could rend me apart. The first time, I physically threw it back, getting a nasty gash on my throat for my troubles, but the second time, I managed to impale it on my sword, though it nearly tore my right arm off for my efforts as I couldn't roll clear to let it die alone fast enough."