Guardian Dragons have large shields on the end of their tails. Although the shields appear to be heavy, they are light, yet nearly unbreakable. Guardian Dragons use their tail-shields, as well as their wings, to deflect attacks and protect others. Often, they will guard the eggs and hatchlings of a nest while others are away. They are generally peaceful, and will not retaliate unless necessary. They have no need to forage or hunt, as they are fed by those they protect.

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.

Biggyns isn't one for flashy displays of personal matters—"airing dirty laundry" as the saying goes—so for others to come a-knockin' spouting phrases like "Jeezus saves!" is rather more irritating than endearing. The local pygmy choirs are particularly guilty of this offense, soliciting shiny coins and pledges to join whatever spiritual organization is advertising in exchange for sweet music (and eternal salvation). Some of them even go cave-to-cave, navigating endless stairwells and passages in order to deliver their message. "Do you believe in Jeebus" they asked once at Biggyns' door. What with the early hour, her lack of sleep the night before, and the persistence of the overconfident Crimson that just would not shut up, Biggyns had had it up to here. Her retort ("No, but I bet you could introduce me. He sounds tasty.") convinced the pygmy that it was better to leave quickly than not at all, and has since become a staple of those trying to drive out the pesky preachers.