Hooded Murklings are a smaller breed of dragon and quite the shifty, cunning sort. Typically they are ambush predators, submerging themselves in murky waters among the reeds or beneath the mud and will launch themselves armed with a poisonous attack when suitable prey comes along. It’s not uncommon for one to barter for meat instead by using treasures stolen from other dragons or their hoards, and though they tend to be solitary the promise of riches and fine meats can easily sway a Hooded Murkling into joining up with others to lend a “helpful” claw. Playing nicely or fairly with said others is not a strength they often possess.

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.

Gloom-Hued Drink has been a member of the Saint Gamma Art group since he was three days old. He doesn't really understand what that means and how one qualifies for membership into this group. He fears little, but something about this organization--he can't put a claw on what--is eerie. Still, membership here is rarely on the forefront of his mind because he hasn't had to go to any organization meetings or pay dues or anything. If he had to pay dues, he'd look for every way out because there's no way he's going to cede any of his stuff. Although Gloom-Hued Drink's introductions to strangers involve his name and ties to various organizations, none of them really have a bearing on his life's direction. They just sound cool, and he's even gained entrance to a few places he otherwise wouldn't with some bluffing.