The croc handler is largely uninjured - and perfectly happy to get in on the ground floor of an incipient change in leadership.
"Grimhew? This way," he grunts, and proceeds south into the middle of the camp.
Most of the other lizardfolk, being less likely to be blamed for Segreth's death if you lose your challenge, are holding further back and watching. The only ones actually following you are the croc handler, and of course Gregor, Vorel, and Epsilon.
Grimhew's tent is, unsurprisingly, the largest one in the camp - only slightly larger than the next one down (probably Segreth's), but at least double the size of any of the rest. It is decorated with a variety of hides, from crocodile scales larger than any on the beast the tribe holds captive, to a grab bag of demon skins, to even a few scraps of lizardfolk or human leathers - presumably from individuals that particularly impressed Grimhew.
"Grimhew inside. Evening meditations," explains your guide.