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.

Fav'nar appears like a regular Spitfire dragon: turquoise markings, tattered wings, but something seems off about him. He blows a defiant burst of blue fire before retreating, practically limping, into the cave, revealing a badly twisted and deformed back-left foot. The poor thing must've been subject to inbreeding. On his way to a practically shredded bed of cloth labeled "Fav'nar", he trips, seemingly due to his foot. He doesn't seem to want to accept help either, not wanting to ruin his fearsome reputation.