Stewart Goldberg was standing more towards the front, arms crossed at his chest. It was his<em>third</em>summer, he was the<strong>War Leader</strong>, head of the cabin where the kids of Ares rested their heads. He too was wearing a Camp Half Blood t-shirt, but it was hard to make out what kind of t-shirt it was under his roughed up leather jacket, and the arms crossed at his chest, blocking the logo. He was volatile and dangerous, one of the few who wasn't scared when he emerged from the forest...he knew how to protect himself and had a big axe to help him do so. When Chiron finished and went off on his merry way, Goldberg turned around to look over the group, arms dropping to his sides now.<strong>"Alright...Sons of Ares over here, NOW."</strong>He had no patience for this. Ares Cabin was always crowded, and with so many people with short tempers and tendencies to get angry...it actually rarely caused a fight beyond for their own amusement. They banded together quite well to pick on other cabins.<br/><br/><strong>"Follow me."</strong>yelled the war leader as he lead the way towards Cabin #5, it was a bright red cabin, if poorly painted. Barbed wire ran across the roof and a boar's head hung over the doorway, its eyes seemed to follow you as moved around.<strong>"Alright.....pick a bunk you want, if someone else wants it...fight for it."</strong>he approached his "room," putting boot to door to open it up. "Any of you smart asses think you can take this room from me....you have one chance now." he offered, before lifting his axe so that its length was resting on his shoulder. "Any takers......? No...good. That's settled. Wash up, dinner is soon." That was all they were getting out of him for now.