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.

Elf Man Chud is snappy and short-tempered, and he would go after creatures more aggressively if he weren't such a small dragon. He once burst into flame in what's assumed to be a product of dark magic use, an accident that he wishes everybody would forget. His home is a couple of tunnels and a room at the bottom of a deep pit, and he built pegs using wood from nearby trees that he uses to climb, since it's too narrow to fly up and down. The rock down there is purple, his favorite color, and over time, he's colored the handholds and footholds purple, too. Sometimes, things fall down the pit to their deaths. It happens more often in the fall, when fallen twigs and leaves can obscure the mouth. Those unfortunate creatures are easy meals for Chud, though he doesn't enjoy cleaning the walls and floor afterward so he can see the pretty purple hues again and so they won't stink.