Just outside Belegar Ironhammer's camp a group of riders, Anton one of them, meets Belegar's council, you included. Belegar wants someone to explain what's with a sizeable army rolling up clouds of dust a few miles away.
"Hey! Mathilde, you know what, you wouldn't believe it! The night after you left I won myself a steward in poker. Name's Gab, very skilled, very charismatic and she speaks very highly of you. I'm not even good at poker! Sometimes it's just luck is on your side."
"Anyway", he talks to Belegar now who is slowly starting to boil, "remember me? I'm Anton, you've seen me at Elector's meet. I wanted to talk to you in private, have a keg of ale or two but you left in such a hurry. You know, it's just all a big misundertanting. With house chores taken care of, I went here and talked there and it turned out that a lot of people want to help you, they just couldn't catch you in time to offer it. So yeah, take a look, nine thousand men and enough supplies to last them half a year. I sent a letter to Asarnil and he's willing to give you a discount too if you're up for that."