As the party leaves, they encounter Sub-Lieutenant Eeveer Xaobi. You know him from officer training, and he’s always been a bit of a prick to you.
Eeveer asked if you’ve gotten your orders, brags about his own, looks down at your barbarian squires and then turns to his own soldiers (young men and women (kids really) wearing ill fitting and patched uniforms some marked with patches covering what might be blood stains. But these kids are too fresh faced for those wounds to have landed on them–likely the uniforms have been repurposed from previous owners)
Eeveer starts speaking to his soldiers, whipping them up and trying instill confidence in them. He’ll talk about how they’ll march north and drive out the Umbral Bound raiders too foolish to not have retreated with the bulk of their army. He say how proud and strong they look. So disciplined, not like those maniacs Bloodsworn Wrathborn. No we’ll work like a unit, support one another. I will be a good leader, not just someone appointed to my position because of my noble birth. Blah Blah Blah.