You have perhaps a hundred feet to go before you reach the end of the camp, and then you hear the voice from behind you: "Stop!"
You almost expect to see Zhan-Ukhel himself, but instead a stout and sour-faced man comes marching toward you. He stares up at you and Drazha angrily. "Another patrol? My men are working at dismantling this camp and getting us back on the road, while you are sent out on another scouting mission? The Great Wolf will hear of this, mark my words! Who is your war leader?"
You frantically search for a name you may have heard in the past, something so that the man will allow you to leave.