Seawyrm Pygmies are little dragons that live by the ocean, coasting on the winds above and diving down straight into the water whenever they spot a choice fish. Before their wings grow in, they spend the majority of their time in the sea, their tail fin extending over halfway up their bodies and allowing them to maneuver quickly and easily through the reefs. As they age, they give up some of their maneuverability in the water as that fin recedes into a tail fin better suited for flight. When a Seawyrm Pygmy finds a mate, they will perform synchronized dives together before burying their eggs in the shallow sands, where their eggs can hatch protected from larger predators.

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.

Pygmy dragons are the smallest category of dragons, being on the same scale as domesticated animals. They are often found around concentrated populations of dragons, relying on their larger brethren to ward away potential predators and leave scraps. As such, the majority of a pygmy’s diet is scavenged. Due to their tiny size, pygmies do not breed with larger varieties of dragons.

Chumbox is the bait carrier for the local land-dwelling fish eaters. He doesn't enjoy catching food; he only does it because he needs to. The dragons he travels with fish for fun and share their fish with him when they're done for the day. The group travels along the coastline and settles down in preferred spots, and Chumbox flies along a few wingspans above them, using his magic to float a bucket of worms and chum wherever he goes. It reeks, but Chumbox doesn't mind the odor, and if he can hold off sampling the contents of the bucket while the other folks fish, they later share more of their catch with him. He talks a great deal while they're fishing, about pebble-sized miracle cures, potential mates, vegetables that cause boils—mostly stuff no one wants to listen to, but they tolerate his chatter by ignoring it.