Warklegnaw sits back down, one thick hand rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully. "Old Warklegnaw not much good in fight anymore, too old." He wheezes out a laugh. "But maybe other clans could help. Could ask, maybe could get forest back from pinkskins. Trade for trade." With one hand he reaches back to the spit atop the fire and plucks it, biting down into the roasted dire boar directly from the skewer. "Maybe die in battle, become war spirit." He seems amenable and quite at peace with such an eventuality. "Will go tomorrow, too tired today, long journey."

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Assuming no objections or further questions, party moves back east towards the bridge?

You also gain 8 experience points for successfully convincing Warklegnaw not just to not hit you, but also helping, albeit not directly with what is next on your list.