Rabin Camp
Michael 'Brick' Magnusson strode into the Rabin camp for the first time, oaken blade laid across his right shoulder. That Fabine fellow seemed very unpleasant when he was initially greeted by both sides of the conflict - enough-so that the otherwise peaceful Brick determined that he was a genuine threat to others, and instantly joined the Rabins. He looked over the Rabin camp, examining whatever comrades happened to be there at the moment. He would need to get to know them better.
From what he could tell, he was one of the older ones in camp. Clearly the survival rate out here was too low for anyone to make it for more than a couple years. He frowned at the idea of more idiot kids slaughtering eachother for no particularly good reason.
He announced his arrival to whoever was listening. "Yo."