"AHAHA!" Evahld chortled, thumping Vash on the back. "Friend, that is the assumption of a rookie adventurer! What foul things a dragon's lungs belch forth depends on its skin! For while green ones live in forests and spray foul gasses that rust metal, blue ones live in the desert and spray mighty bolts of lightning. And that's not even getting into the tremendous arcane powers! No, friend, we shall not know what powers are at the beast's disposal until we meet it in pitched combat! And then we shall slay the demon infesting the party!" he said, hiking his thumb at Ghost Rider, "Truly, a worthy tale for the tavern!"