Imperial Fleshcrownes are an active and playful breed. They are equally good at flying and climbing and while they are not good swimmers, they love to take an occasional dip. Fleshcrownes live in large social groups called “communities.” Adult Fleshcrownes share the responsibility of looking after the young, who are very playful and active. Even after maturing, they retain their curious and mischievous natures, often getting into trouble. The fleshy crowns on their head can be raised at will, and are usually erect when happy, excited, or scared. Fleshcrownes—being a very peaceful breed—are more prone to flight than fight. If threatened, they can raise their crowns while hissing in an attempt to scare off 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.

Ror I Em A Lion seems to believe that she is a lion, despite everyone telling her that she is something called an Imperial Fleshcrowne, whatever that is. She lounges around her grassy cave all day and stalks her prairie territory in the evenings, catching her prey (mostly helpless insects) and trying to roar at other Imperial Fleshcrownes who come to keep her company, which of course leaves them very confused and bewildered. In fact, her signature phrase is, "Ror I Em A Lion", which often gets her laughed at because anyone with half a mind can see that she clearly has trouble pronouncing the phrase. Indeed, it makes her feel miserable when she can't even impress the tiny pygmies that live in the forest nearby, and maybe it explains why she is always alone: after all, whenever they make fun of her pronunciation, she loses her "pride".