Olive Dragons are a small, forest-dwelling breed, rarely growing much larger than the average sheep. When alarmed, they can erect a long row of venomous spines on their back, serving to warn any potential predators that Olives are not a good choice for a meal. While not strong enough to kill anything larger than a small deer, their venom causes an extremely painful reaction and necrosis at the bite site, sometimes causing the flesh to rot and limbs to fall off.

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.

Ozijoluz Bane loves to run. He loves the sound of thunder created by his feet hitting the ground at speed. He loves the pounding feeling of his heart in his chest. He loves the sound of his gasping breath. And, when he reaches the pinnacle of his performance, when he is doing the best he can, he loves the moment of perfect clarity- that moment when the thunder, the pounding, the gasping all go silent and everything is crystal clear and beautiful- and he knows he is performing perfectly. Then he slows and returns to his daily activities and looks forward to his next, perfect run.