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.

To some, names are simply a verbal description and are as changing as they are. Others spend months of soul-searching to find the perfect arrangement of letters and sounds to fully capture all aspects of themselves. But Edorn new who he was from the moment he hatched, keeping the random code assigned to all new hatchlings as his permanent title. Few do this, as codes are often unpronounceable jumbles or even words that are inappropriate to speak aloud, but Edorn fell in love with his. Those five characters, he says, are everything he is: simplistic and hardened but with a softer edge that is quite visible but rarely dominant.

He has devoted much of his life to the study of names and their powers, and often seeks to help those who cannot seem to accurately put a word to who they are. But because of his callous exterior, few approach him without need, leaving him a loner within his own clan.