Their lusciously soft feathers and paper-thin golden spires are by no means the armor of a warrior, but an Erador Lindwyrm is a force to be reckoned with. The fragrant, berry-scented oils that coat their skin have a powerful soothing effect, which, in tandem with their magic, have the curious effect of fostering feelings of closeness in those around them. Eradors are gleefully aware of this effect, and seem to make a point of cultivating and mending as many relationships as they can, be them romantic or otherwise. As such, dragons seeking to preserve their fearsome reputations are careful to give Eradors a wide berth, as it is well known that anyone who picks a fight with an Erador is sure to win...a new friend.

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.

Pyrodor is hotter than than the average Erador Lindwyrm in the temperature sense, and his father claims that's how he's been for as long as he could remember. A lot of dragons would say he doesn't look half bad and has a bit of sultriness in his movements, but he would be more handsome if he had fewer scars and fuller feathers. Pyrodor is everybody's friend, but his love is a charming stone-colored dragon who makes him burn when they touch. Burn with pain, mostly, but also with passion. The medic is concerned for his health and tells him he ought to take a hands-off approach with her or douse her with water if they want to get intimate.