"Treasures? I wonder what they'd want with those." Tyrion thinks about it as he heads toward a table with the stepladder in tow, though in fact he can get on the chair just fine. "Perhaps a sort of lure for people to come like meals delivered to their door. Okay, let's take a look. It might use some unique terminology but what matters is that you're interested."

Once the book is positioned so they can both read it, Tyrion leafs through to the first entry, which features a small drawing.

"'These are the most gregarious of all dragons, and are famous for their love of conversation.' The dragons I know of don't talk. 'They crave sunlight and dry heat, so they frequent hot, arid regions, particulary sandy deserts. They like to make their lairs in high, rocky caves.'" He pauses and glances at Shrieky. "Sound like something you want to know more about?"