Blackout
A young man goes sprinting into a nearby tent and begins shouting about an attack. The rest of the rebels gathered produce weapons and surround the group. They are all visibly terrified. They are mostly young boys and girls between 10 and 18 with the rest being elderly. Very few look to be in fighting condition and the adults that could have been considered battle worthy are obviously overworked and malnourished. 

The tent flap flies open and a man steps forth. He is incredibly pale. His skin is an ashen white and his hair matches. He is covered in dirt and his clothes are threadbare. But his eyes. They are a piercing red and gold. He has a sword in hand but his guard drops when he sees the group. 
     "Lower your weapons. These aren't enemies." He says. 
     "But Kar, what if their here to kill us." A young man answers. 
     "These are offworlders. Powerful ones. If they wanted us dead... we'd already be dead." Karnariel says as he approaches. "What brings you here? With an entrance like that you're obviously not just passing through. So, care to explain yourself?"