City is an Aspect of corners and crossings. It lives in brick dust and broken glass, in alleys where the lamps do not quite reach, in the quiet pause between closing time and first light. Beasts of the City are sharp things. They learn the shape of every shortcut and service road, listen at windows, and carry every rumour of coin, contract and quiet revenge.

Norwich is where the Dragon Hunter Guild first took proper shape, and the City is felt keenest here. The lanes, markets and river crossings are thick with old routes and older debts, and the Beasts know every one of them. Yet Norwich is not alone. Other cities across East Anglia carry their own concentrations of stone, light and tension, and Beasts thrive wherever streets knot tightly enough.

Some of these creatures keep watch over walls and courtyards, holding the line between order and collapse. Others thrive on chaos, slipping through crowds and market streets, feeding on noise, heat and human worry. Wherever stone replaces soil, you can assume something of the City has its eyes open.

Scholars disagree on which Beasts truly belong to the City and which only pass through. For now, we have set out those most often sighted in streets, yards and doorways, based on Guild records and hunter testimony.