Mint colored dragons are the most peaceful of all dragons; they only eat plants unless they scavenge meat from an already dead animal. They also have no ways to attack others or defend themselves. They are much smaller than other forms of dragons since they only double in size when they mature. Mint dragons are unable to use magic and cannot fly since they lack wings. Their looks have given rise to the common insult of calling dragons “large lizards.”

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.

Tov can be considered an average mint, the ridiculously skittish, peace loving creature that he is. He and his mate Vaita keep as far away from the barbaric bloodshed of the war as possible. They both lived for so long in a grand hollowed out oak tree with their brood; three sons. All strapping young mints.

However a few years back, a rather odd mix-up occurred. An absentminded babysitter handed them a hatchling that was not their youngest son Vottle. In fact he was as far from their son as physically possible. A hellfire named Voulu.

Vaita and Tov didn't protest however. The babysitter was big and intimidating with those red eyes of hers. And she had a bit of a temper on her. Better to just go along with what she says and figure out another way to get Vot back. However, they never did manage to get Vot back; they were too sheepish to even try. And besides, Voulu would make an excellent bodyguard in these troubled times.

And so Voulu became the pansiest hellfire in existence...