"People. Tiny scaly people but people," Artoria offered, not blaming Meara for getting dazzled by the prospect of wielding honest-to-gods magic, "And maybe not friends of your thing if it waited until they were dead before it attacked us."
She looked thoughtful in the magical light of the cave, assembling the start of an idea, "Well, unless we can scrounge up a third magic weapon, there isn't a lot I can add to killing this thing. Do you have a trick in that book to tie it down long enough for Ardan to stab it?"
Meara thought a bit, shrugged her shoulders, and ventured