Mint colored dragons are the most peaceful of all dragons; they only eat plants unless they scavenge meat from an already dead animal. They also have no ways to attack others or defend themselves. They are much smaller than other forms of dragons since they only double in size when they mature. Mint dragons are unable to use magic and cannot fly since they lack wings. Their looks have given rise to the common insult of calling dragons “large lizards.”

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.

Sitting on a cave rock, eyeing little dragons with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy claws smearing shabby scales. Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly scalies run. Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold, an old dragon wandering lonely. Taking time, the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

Feeling alone, the army's up the rode, salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung, friend, don't start away uneasy, you poor old dragon, he sees, it's only the owner.

Do you still remember December's foggy freeze, when the ice that clings on to his beard is screaming agony. And he snatched his rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.