At last, my derping about today seems to have paid off. Hunting lesser dragons as a village-dwelling reptile man. Only annoyance is the animal-people civilization can still grow enough to develop towns, not to mention mead halls.
Naturally, playing defensively around a durgon gets my companion killed. D:
But soon, my adventure met a violent end. Next mission was to go hunt a legit dragon, fire-breathing and all. So I ventured in and managed to do a fine job of hobbling it, bleeding it out slowly. The fight got a bit more frantic once we took it outside, as I struggled to not linger in the grass too long. Strangely, my wooden shield never seemed to suffer from blocking dragonfire.
Then...I just up and melt, after no sign of damage, nothing on fire, and while standing on sand.