Everyone looked at Jon, who stood silent thoughtfully for a few moments before responding. "They can not breathe dragonfire for more than a minute or two before getting exhausted. They would kill a few dozen men each at most and be useless afterwards. Not to mention, a lucky arrow can easily fell them. They are not big enough to be ridden yet, and I'm not sure how well I can control them in battle without mounting one of them. I will try, but I don't get your hopes too much. They haven't been seen in battle for nearly two hundred years, so it's better not to plan around them." Her brother ran a hand through his hair. "Ser Brynden's idea has the most merit, is everyone in agreement?"