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.

His desert paradise borders an enormous lowland valley, covered in rank, inedible vegetation. He had no idea how the other dragons could stand it. Being surrounded by such dull, ugly plants and cold, wet lakes and rivers. It made him sick. He'd tried burning some of the encroaching greenery that stank up the edges of the expansive white sands he loved, but that Stonebringer clan gave him quite a lashing for it. Trying to injure them was like trying to eat rocks! Any Spitfire could tell you how stupid that is.

The Stonebringers patrol the borders regularly now. Lizard Terror continues to stare at the encroaching infection. Maybe there's another way to destroy it.