As the five of you discuss plans for getting the heck out of this place, there's a knock on the door.  Once one of you answers it, you see a young man in very heavily worn clothing, covered in dirt and out of breath.  "Message... message for you..." he manages to pant out, holding up a tattered envelope.  Inside the envelope is a hastily written note: "Get the hell over to the training camp.  We've got a mission for all of you."  Immediately, you recognize it as the general's handwriting, and by the sloppiness of it, he's not in a good mood.