The bright specks that adorn Xol Dragons mesmerize all who behold them. But those who gaze upon these capricious dragons must be cautious, for it can be difficult to resist their charm. The allure is especially strong during sunset, when Xols perform intricate dances, their agile bodies rising and falling within the water as their ornamental fins shimmer softly. Unwary spectators may find themselves in peril if they give in to the silent call of the dragons’ dangerous beauty, for the waters in which the Xols dance scald all those who enter. Thankfully, anyone who is wise enough to recognize their magic is able to resist it while still enjoying the display. Although dangerous in the water, Xols are relatively harmless on land unless provoked. Xol Dragons lay their eggs on land heated by volcanic activity, and the warmth helps develop their common red coloring. However, when eggs stay below a certain temperature for too long, this development is stunted, leading to the existence of blue individuals.

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.

Xolar Plexus went to Seven Questions University to study anatomy, but discovered after arriving that he misread the paperwork. He found himself in the Humorous department along with a pharoxeno who came to campus at the same time. Xolar Plexus decided it was all incredibly silly, but he stuck it out to get a degree. The course material annoyed him, and he almost quit when he had a class on puns—but by then, he had met the girl of his dreams. Tetra Pod came out of left field—or, perhaps, the Oddly Specific department's building, on the far side of Left Field. He may not have gotten to study the humerus as he had expected, but his thesis paper on clown noses became widely-sited in the field. He regrets publishing it as his advisor, 7AK4N, told him to, and hates hearing about the topic. To this day, if anyone mentions his research—even to compliment it—he will show a lot of spleen.