Turning to Azalia as he lands, Tyrion holsters his sword. “You are either very brave for hunting here or very, very stupid for doing it.” He smiles and says in human when he realizes she is human. 

Rolling her eyes, Azalia puts the arrow away that she had ready to go, just in case she needed it. “There’s no need to chastise me, I know what I’m doing,” She said softly. “I’ve never had an issue with the dragons before. I always take what I want for dinner and leave the rest for them” She said matter-of-factly before crossing her arms. “Please, do continue with your condescending tone, though,” She said with a smirk. “Who do you even think you are? I’ve never seen you before, and I hunt here all the time,” She said as she looked him up and down. She wasn’t sure how to feel about him, but she definitely wasn’t going to trust him. 

Azalia looked over this stranger’s shoulder at the magnificent dragon behind him, wanting to be ready for anything that he may have brought with him. The animal looked ready to attack at a moment’s notice. Azalia nodded towards the dragon. “What’s his story?” She asked. 

Smiling and shaking his head while beginning to cut up the wyvern, Tyrion nods to Sykella. The motion signaled her to take the other wyvern to the campsite. “She won't answer you, but she hates humans.” 

Sykella growls as she gingerly takes the wyvern by the body. She flaps, lifting off the ground and disappearing toward the mountain range.