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.

Just wandering around the desert was a lone Spitfire. Everyone avoided him because they would assume that he's like the rest of his kind, war-like and aggressive. The truth is, this male is not. Well, not as much. His name is Guntiro. He's quite good tempered compared to the others of his breed. He'll at least welcome another into his home to see if they're worth letting live or not. If they're worth living, then he'll let them go free. If they aren't, well, let's just say he makes their end quick and painless with a quick snap of the jaw around their neck. He then gives them a proper burial, encasing them in a glass case before digging a hole and dropping them in. How nice of him.