Fell Dragons are a primitive, fractious breed. They are born small but grow astonishingly quickly throughout their adolescence, and constant hunger inspires them to eat nearly anything that can be made to fit into their mouths. Legend has it that they never completely stop growing at all. Adult Fell Dragons are massive juggernauts: a diet rich in minerals and metals harvested from the earth helps them grow a dense, scaly carapace along their backs and toughens their thick hides, while their wickedly sharp claws and the bony, ax-like crest on their heads are well-suited for both hunting and physical combat. Though few Fell Dragons have crossed paths in the wild due to their primarily solitary nature, it is said that their thunderous disputes can be heard—and felt—for miles around.

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.

Evidentiary joins the pygmy clan's sprinting events whenever she is nearby. The fastest pygmy runner, named Desert-Leaf or something, can finish the course in sixteen seconds. Evidentiary takes literally no time to complete it because from nose to tail-tip, she is longer than the course itself. She always wins when she participates, and she loves winning, so she keeps entering. The teeny-tiny dragons involved in the race just let her do what she wants, since other than the rumbling victory dances she makes, she's quite nice and means the pygmies no harm.