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.

Carnes is the founder of an exclusive club all about flying, because he loves flying! It used to not be so exclusive, but so many dragons wanted to be a part of the organization that he had to move to a new clubhouse and invent a couple of rules to make it more secret. Both rules are the same: "No talking about the organization", and "NO talking about the organization". Still, word got out, though new members show up in manageable numbers. Some people ask if there's a "point" to this, and Carnes says no, not really; he just really likes flying and expending energy via flying. One guy suggested maybe the club is about experiencing feeling in a society where one is otherwise numb, but Carnes REALLY hasn't thought hard about it, and that sounds cynical, anyway. All of the dragons at the club are the friendly, peaceful sort. Sometimes, the likes of a desipis or hooktalon come looking for a fight, only to flee when they realize who's running the club and that they misheard the rumors.