The dwarves have wasted enough of their time; if a foglet or harpy were to show up as they head back up along the hillside, Geralt's certain he'd be able to take them out in one hit, he's so ready to get back to the hut and to see what might be inside. "Come on," he growls to the two dwarves, when they reach the area in front of the hut again, and bangs on the door with his fist. "Brought you your friends."

"That so?" The voice sounds skeptical. "Let's hear 'em, then."