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.

The adopted son of a nobody whose parents were nobodies with no documented achievements in their name, Jim declared himself Lowborn and wears the name proudly. No one really wants to pick a fight with a spitfire, so he can call himself whatever he wants. Jim is considering ways to cause trouble, since to him, becoming infamous is easier than becoming famous-in-the-nice-way. He knows he has to be careful, though, because too much infamy will spell certain doom when everyone decides he should be killed. Therefore, Jim hasn't carried out any of his plans yet, or thought any of them through.