Golden Wyverns are known for their beautiful metallic scales and rumored magical abilities. Living high in the mountains, these dragons do not believe in killing for sport or pleasure. They will hunt only when hungry and defend themselves when provoked, but will avoid killing to the best of their abilities. Golden Wyverns often mingle with other dragons of similar color and take pride in their shimmering hide.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Orel knows they're out to get him. They're everywhere. He can see them, their dark shapes lurking around in the forest, their footprints littering the cave every morning, and their hurried whispers echoing around his chambers every night. He's not quite sure why they've chosen him, but he knows they're surrounding him, closing in, and the net is slowly drawing tighter. He tries to tell others. He tries. But they don't believe him  and he doesn't want to go and see the therapists again. They say they understand. They say. But they don't. They don't understand. They're not chosen. He is. The blight went to him, and like a modern day Cassandra, no one will believe him. But it is true. It is. The scurrying noise that hangs on the corner of his mind like a nightmare clutching desperately on the awake mind. He doesn't blame them for not believing him. He wouldn't, if he was in that place. But he isn't ready to let go of hope yet.

Orel knows he's paranoid. But he also knows they're real.