Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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.

Rhogue mysteriously appeared one day among the clans of this scroll. He was on the brink of death as his egg showed no signs of hatching with very few days left. The clans all watched him a little apprehensively but with great care. They saved his life and he grew up quickly after. None of the clans wanted to claim him exclusively having heard of that particular breeds attitude and some were a little afraid of him.

As a hatchling he showed no strong emotions such as fear or happiness. He will always feel like he was betrayed early in life being left alone to die. He is born a loner and is destined to never join a group or have a family. He keeps to himself but never strays too far from the clans. Rhogue identifies the others as a sort of family he never had but would never let them know that.