On Drakes an other non(standard)-folk.
It is all about the setting and how drakes, rootwalkers, oni, etc fit into the fluff. I would recommend nailing this down. What it does is give context
to these races. It's what helps set them apart.
In the game I am playing in we are kind of writing bits of the setting in as we go. The world was originally drafted for D&D and we are retrofitting some FC bits like drakes and 'walkers.
The way it is working out with drakes so far is they are kind of wildcards. They generally keep to themselves, and are fairly uncommon in Folk-settled areas. People tend to view them as you would a storm on the horizon... does it bear life-giving rain or decimation at the end of a tornado? That said, they aren't invincible. Dragon-kin and Folk know each other's tricks and tactics well enough due to a long history of clashes.
A drake does not buzz the 'tower or fly over the walls without expecting incoming fire. When in Folk-lands they recognize that while they are the superior beings, they can still be torn apart when the collective ire of their lessers is raised.
Folk give a deference born of bloody tales, and sometimes recent memory of those who crossed a drake or wandered unbidden unto its marked territory. They could be sages of immense age, potent allies, or the most terrible of enemies. Many folk simply wish the drakes to move on and not discover which they might be.
to be one of the ones ripped asunder or charred with flame in conflict, the same way a drake doesn't want to die of 'a thousand cuts.' It makes for a delicious feel of "Old West Politeness" where neither side (generally) wants to draw guns and acts accordingly with giving others their due and space.
Some fun things about mine: He has consumed folk before. He views it like smoking, tastes terrible and bad for your health... why would you willingly make it a habit? He goes among the folk and observes them like a scientist would a pre-industrial tribe in the jungle. He found the art of Cooking to be much
to his liking, even sinking a good deal of coin into a cook's kit that gives him a passable, if somewhat comical, set of tools to work with. He has a soft spot for rare, exotic, and exquisite cooking gear.
While delving into an ancient tower that recently re-surfaced from its long absence he nearly got killed due to hubris and over-eagerness. They found a large kitchen, long forgotten and he about ran over the other party members in his rush to look for lost goodies. He found a recently roused, and very irritated, pride of displacer beasts had already laid claim to the area. Nothing like a surprise round with your front quarters and head stuffed into a dusty-ass pantry and the kitties attacking your flanks.
Anyways I hope you see my drift here.