You come to with Drazha shaking you. "Are you all right?" she says, as you rub your eyes to try and clear them of the strange vision you just saw. "What happened?"
"I think I entered the spirit world for a moment," you tell her. "In my mind, I traveled down to the camp and saw Zhan-Ukhel. I think he knows we're here."
"He knows where we are?" says Drazha, gesturing to the ground. "Where we are right now?"
"I don't know," you reply, looking down toward the camp once more. Zhan-Ukhel himself seems to have vanished, and the activity in the camp does not appear to have changed since you last saw it. "In any case," you continue. "I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to."
"That's easier said than done," says Drazha. "How are we going to get past them?"
You consider the options before you. Passing through the camp will not be straightforward, though the river, whose waters churn and swirl nearby, looks equally dangerous. A safer option would be to avoid the camp completely, but the Tribe of the Red Bear would doubtless suffer more from your continued absence.