Ivar's greatest strength has always been his mind. Despite all he's been through, being a cripple and reject, ignored or pitied most of his life, he's never broken down. There have been many hard moments that have knocked him down, but always, he gets back up and continues on. Now he was one of the leaders of a great army and had plans to go far.

"Vikings value strength and cunning both. So long as I continue to win battles for them, they will eventually learn to accept me." Any who had seen him on the battlefields would know he was no mere cripple. Were it not for his legs, Ivar would have been the ideal Viking leader: smart, brave, ruthless, and with an iron will. Then again, if he had his legs, he might not have worked as hard as he did.

Ivar runs a rough finger over the top of the dragon's head, down the horns to the spines on the back. It looks so small, almost cute in a way, but it still has claws, teeth, and can produce fire. He looks gleeful as he does so, for Ivar loves animals of any shape or size. "Does he have a name?" He just sort of assumes the dragon is a he, but what does he know about the difference between the sexes of dragons?