Iratus Cantormaris Dragons are a chaotic, malevolent breed of coastal-dwellers. Their annual migrations at the start of spring are among the first indications that winter has ended. They use their haunting calls to lure people with a deep resentment to them in an attempt to slake their hunger for carnage. It is considered a sign of ill luck to hear their calls.

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.

Something had made its residence in the wave-roughened cliffs. Something would bellow out over the sea as storms began to roll in, calling in the fisherman and watching as their boats scuttled upon the rocks. It didn't seem to matter whether the beast feasted upon the bodies of the men or their daily hauls—it was all the same to her.

Skreacher is a wicked thing. She believes that she is far more cunning than she truly is, taking pride in her tricks and tactics. The little reef and cliff-face she has claimed as her own has begun to collect detritus from whatever little boats she has lured in to wreck -- a macabre gallery of her callousness.

She hasn't yet caused enough trouble to draw the eye of Preto Osso, but her glee at the misfortune she causes means that it is only a matter of time.