" Out of all the things you would expect when facing a dragon, silence was not on the list.
Roaring? Certainly!
Snarling? Why, yes - of course!
Fire-breathing? Couldn’t possibly do without it. Wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t there.
But silence?
No. Definitely not.
It was as out of place as a potter at a blacksmith’s. "
― Ness Kingsley , The Curse of Cackling Meadows