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.

This reclusive Olive dragoness didn't always hide herself away from prying eyes. Once, she believed that a great change for the better would come to the land, and that the worthy would be transformed into what they were meant to be. She soon learned that one ought to be careful what they wish for, as she and some other like-minded dragons had a catastrophic accident with crystallized mana they had collected. The sole survivor of the event, she endured a strong metamorphosis, her natural spines sharpening and multiplying until she was hardly recognizable as the dragon she once was. Nowadays she slinks in the shadows of the cave, claiming to have had visions of the future and whispering dire prophecies.