Fear, unbridled fear in front of the fiery storm of fire and death. He felt so small, so insignificant, and helpless like never before. But for some reason, the flames completely avoided him. Oh, Tyrion still felt the blistering heat and the rancid smell of charred meat and burned leather that made him empty the contents of his stomach more than once. He felt a warmth run down his left leg and realised that his bladder had just decided to betray him too.