"I always assumed that they were like giant, fire breathing magpies." Shrieky offers, following Tyrion to the table. He takes a seat beside the dwarf, and scootches his chair in so that he can see the book well, "Although, from what I was told, many people did try to go into their homes. Killing them was treated as a noble pursuit, because it proved so difficult."

He leans in closely, to peer at the image of the dragon, before Tyrion begins to read the text. As he begins to read, Shrieky's eyes flick up from the image to search through the text eagerly.

"Where is that part? Here?" He points at a patch of text beside the image of the Dragon. Somewhat predictably, it is the wrong patch of text. Still, from his demeanor it's easy enough to tell that he's enthusiastic to hear more.