Rasputin Waited some more for the carnage to subside. It seemed the other dragons had indeed left some scraps for him. He took his gaze away from his conversation partner to pick out some bits of uncontaminated meat. He didn't know if dragons had any diseases transmissible to humans, but he wasn't taking any chances. He had come too far to die to the dragon version of the common cold.

"So... I thought dragons lived in remote castles on top of huge piles of treasure... Guess that's yet another fabrication of the peasantry." He said. More to keep the conversation going than anything. He had found a side of the griffin to his satisfaction. He took a moment to calculate the correct angles to make a perfectly clean cut. a pulse of magical energy, and a series of blades made otu of shadows sprung up from under the carcass. After that rasputin simply had to reach out and retrieve his freshly cut griffin steak. He did the same to the stone that had been sued to down the griffin to get a rather well-cut stone plate."Now... I can do many things, but conjuring fire is not one of them, would you mind sharing your fire? I don't know about dragons, but humans have grown rather accustomed to eating well-cooked meat."

As he said this, the shadows had already assembled a campfire, fire pit and all, near the edge of the clearing.It didn't seem this relatively complex action took any large amount of attention from Rasputin. Almost as if the shadows were an extension of himself rather than a mere magical spell.