Yes.

At dawn, you find Uklag seated upon a rock near the edge of your camp, flanked by his two compatriots. Though you don't think he means you any harm, after his outburst last night, you aren't taking any chances, choosing to wear your armor to see him off.

"I was wondering if you would come." The warlock begins, rising with a pained groan. "Any parting words, Bearman?"

His dark green eyes regard you cooly.

"Only this: " You intone, stepping forward and offering a gauntleted hand for him to shake. "I hope we never meet as enemies."

"I can get behind that." Uklag shakes your hand. "If you ever think you could have another plan of mutual use for both us you can find me at the Wekgrond." The warlock tightens the knot holding up the sack that contains his precious dragon bone, nodding. "Very well then, we will be gone." He steps past you to leave, but as he does, Alratha takes the opportunity to approach you.

"Greet that eyebrow guy from me." She whispers with a sultry wink, before turning on her heel and sauntering after her fellows.

You don't wait long before turning and heading back to camp. You have much to do, and little time to do it in.

After all, conquering a city is a big job.