Labradorite dragons are some of the most potent siphons of mana in Valkemare. Dragons and other magical creatures in close proximity to a Labradorite will weaken over time, and extended exposure may even be fatal. However, Labradorites have no control over this effect; any harm they may cause is almost always unintentional. In order to protect others from their draining, they make their homes in the labyrinthine depths of underground caves. Perhaps as a result of this seclusion, Labradorites are gracious hosts to the brave few who dare explore their dark caverns. Legends tell of how these curious dragons traded their sight for wisdom, and those who seek their guidance are richly rewarded with stories, advice, and the odd gemstone.

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.

SBUB0's family's last contact with the surface world was millennia ago, during an era when it was common to judge a dragon in ways that would nowadays be unacceptable, and he believes those old stereotypes. He told Time to Murder and Create, the psychotherapist, "Westerns are greedy and wyverns are aggressive. Easterns are wise and knowledgable. Amphipteres are too busy flying to care about anyone else. And wyrms are stupid and fixated on food."

"You do realise that I'm a wyrm." Time to Murder and Create told him.

SBUB0 shook his head. "You can't be a wyrm. You're smart. Wyrms are too primitive."

"I'm a wyrm. Go ahead and examine me."

SBUB0 ran his tentacles along the chronoxeno's entire length, clearly sensing the lack of limbs. "You can't be a wyrm. You're trying to trick me. At worst, you're a halfling lindwyrm."

By the end of the day, Time to Murder and Create slithered out of the mine and advised the miners reseal SBUB's chamber. "He's a terminal racist. Society doesn't need him."