BEG FOR MUSTACHE.

: PLEASE OH PLEASE LET ME JOIN YOUR CLUB.

: Oh ho ho, hold it right there! It is not a mere club and sadly I can not admit new members to the lodge. You would need to see a merchant or the Pooba about that.

: God dammit.

: So what's going on here, why's there a toll booth in a cave up in the mountains.

: Oh that's simple, by good boy. Our Lodge is in need of a little bit of funds, so we decided to open up a toll booth to fetch in some more, how you say, moolah.

: Why not set it up beside a
road? Where there are more
people?

: There's a lot of traffic up here, we'd never pass up the opportunity.

: Traffic? What kind of traffic?

: All sorts! Adventures, mountain moles, thieves, and all sorts of other creatures!