"Have you, uh have you any --" the sergeant has grown paler and paler as he's taken in each of you in turn, and is very glad when Yan presents the medallion, as it gives him a chance to move this up the chain of command without having to think about it. "Yes, of course, I will send a runner for the General."
A young man hurries away, and in short order returns leading a cadre of soldiers and officers. At the front of the group is an older man in general's regalia, clearly a veteran as he is missing an eye ((and has a badass eyepatch!)). He is accompanied by a man who is even older, but built solidly as weathered oak, stumping around in heavy boots, breeches, and a threadbare green robe that flaps in the wind like a battle-torn flag.
The corps remains back, many of them visibly shaken by the sight of you. The general, however, seems unfazed as he moves to within 10 feet and speaks. "I am General Dryon, and this is Viceroy Anroth. I take it you are the adventurers sent by His Eminence to aid us in our cause?"
The other man snorts. "That, Charles, is a stupid question. They have the amulets, and they approached with words instead of arrows. Stop wasting time, and let us be about this." He turns on his heel and stumps back towards the center of the camp. Dryon frowns, but nods. "My apologies for the Viceroy's shortness, but I believe he is right. We must expect an attack at any time, and the sooner we may plan this campaign, the better. If you will follow me?"