[ Geralt has even less time for questions of diplomacy. He's already beginning to move towards the cave's exit, unwilling to linger too long. Large groups make noise, attract attention. They have only so many hours before they make the rest of the trek in the dark.

And he does not know this area well enough to understand its dangers. Which means he's treating it as though there are a dozen things ready to eat them at a moment's notice. ]

Tell them they can come with us or chance the frozen nights on their own with the wolves. They have a minute to decide. Then we leave.

[ That's their uplifting speech. He's not interested in burning daylight over some stubbornness, and he doesn't care to cajole anyone out of the cave. ]