As a child, Small was indifferent to the opinions of others. When everything was constant chaos, one small green dragonborn child doesn't get that much attention, and he was happy to repay that attitude to the world around him at large. He survived with the aid of others, for a time, and then he had to find other ways to support himself. He hated the the drudgery, but you had to work to eat. Things changed when another youth offered him food in return for protection from some rivals. Small accepted, then ambushed his targets when they arrived. The biggest surprise to anyone was that he'd found something he'd enjoyed. Being stronger than others kept you fed. Kept you safe. These days he continues that path, finding more work as hired muscle than he ever did as a laborer around the haven. It paid better, and his reputation started to grow as well. These days, he finds other ways to fortify that image. Sometimes muscle isn't enough. Sometimes you need something... stronger.