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.

When the pseudo-zombie plague swept Galsreim, Togann made medical history—a rather dubious honor, in her opinion. Instead of experiencing lethargy and decreased intelligence, she found herself rejuvenated—too much so. Being a hatchling again would have been fun, but as an egg, even a thalassa xenowyrm egg, she was little better than a paperweight, and a fragile one at that. The days until a team of white and magi dragons were able to reverse the effects felt like years.