Jon Stark held up a large leather bag that gave Tyrion chills once again. The dragon spat a huge piece of bloody meat inside, and when Tyrion blinked, the bag was already gone, and Stark was rubbing the bloody snout of his dragon, eliciting a low, rumbling purr from the ferocious beast. He would have thought the scene somewhat endearing if not for the amount of blood and the fresh memory of the dragon spewing torrents of flame and killing scores of men each second.