Three weeks later-165 miles later
(Whispering) "Cryan, where is he?" -sniff sniff sniff, runs off to the right- "Thats him!" -Slowmotion jump attack! ROAR!- Smith's sword repeatedly clashes against the dragon's skin and Cryan bites and gnaws on its limbs until finally... -HEARTSTAB!- The dragons dieing groan echoes throughout the forest alerting the elves of the fallen beast. "The mighty dragon has fallen, bit of a shame, really. He put up quite a fight." -Cryan howls in agreement- "Come, Cryan, help me carry his pelt to the local armory." Shortly after aquireing the recently refined dragon scales the two head back home unknown to the tragedy happening at the castle.
(A horrible battle had broken out between the castle's forces and the golems, who just realized the castle was made of stone.)