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.

Spitfires are a territorial breed, and as such, often resort to violence to drive off intruders. This powerful female, however, takes a different approach. Greeting trespassers with broad grins and slinking steps rather than a snarling roar, she offers them a simple proposal: if they solve her riddle her land is forever theirs to move on, but if they lose they are her lunch. But not one poor soul has yet to solve her riddle, and the bones of human adventures and young dragons litter her domain. Only other spitfires are allowed to slink off unharmed, with the pseudo-sphinx laughing at them all the way.