He was insane.
He was dumb.
He needed thing spelled out, because oh, he wouldn't understand.
He was destructive.
He was untrustworthy.
He couldn't take two steps without someone guiding him.

He was calm.
He was probably the smartest among them all.
He knew more languages and more cultures than they had probably even heard of.
He was peaceful.
He was loyal.
He was strong.

And he showed them exactly what he could do.

He was Tuffnut Thorston, and he was on fire.