In a way, you're fairly happy that the dragon you're going to face is the uncivilized type. When having to face the civilized ones, there are protocols to follow, treaties to observes, arbitrations to engage in. Most of the combat is ceremonial, and only the very young civilized dragons engaged in combat to the first blood.
It had been centuries since a battle between a knight and a civilized dragon resulted in a death.
Well, that wasn't completely true. The most Sagacious Snarkel had died in his contest with Lord Tolenkot, Head of the North Ridge Chapter of your Order. But the two had been engaged in a contest that extended back decades. Snarkel had died in his sleep, the night before the exchange of riddles he was going to have with his nemesis and old friend.
Lord Tolenkot was inconsolable at Snarkel's funeral, and died within a few days of the dragon's passing.
But an actual, intentional death from a battle between a knight and a civilized dragon had not happened in centuries.
Uncivilized dragons were another matter entirely. They were cunning brutes, despised by knights and their civilized cousins. Their only thoughts were how to satisfy their own appetites.
Due to their nature and reputation, uncivilized dragons kept to themselves, living in isolated regions. The dragon that had taken Daphne lived
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