Round 3 round up
Aarnr manhandles the body into the grave with as much care as he can.
Arkan ponders Erista's words for a while, then, "I doubt that he would consider us his killers. He had stopped for lunch in the dragon's territory. If anything it was likely the smell food, Tursach and his horse, that attracted the beast at first. And in some places, we would be considered the agents of his vengeance upon the creature"
There is a commotion among the tree branches around the edges of the clearing. Ravens, and lesser birds, are gathering, attracted by the corpses.
One of the ravens, bolder than the rest and more ancient looking, flaps down to perch on the horned snout of the dragon. Cocking its head it stares into the eye of the slain beast and caws something that almost sounds like a laugh before it starts pecking at the choice morsel with obvious relish. Within moments, others are joining it to feast on the dead wyrm.
Colwyn pulls a couple of tools from his roll, a small saw and a hammer, and strides over to the dragon corpse. Well... "strides" is perhaps not the correct word for his cautious approach.
The elder raven refuses to move. Even when Colwyn starts sawing at one of the snout horns, the bird merely gives him a baleful glare and continues its gory snack.
After a few moment's work, Colwyn sets the saw aside, takes up the hammer and starts tapping at the almost severed horn. A couple of sharp blows, and the appendage snaps off, a sharp piece of bone, as long as a dagger blade.