Just Trollin'?

So I set off up the Snake River for a bit.  I came upon a bridge.  It was a nice stone bridge and seemed safe enough.  So I got ready to cross it.  Suddenly this Furgar pops up from under the bridge and jumps right into my way.  He was kinda scruffy and unkempt looking.  He just stood there and stared at me.

"Pardon me, I need to cross this bridge."  I explained, pointing to the bridge.

"You cross, you pay shinnies."  he stated in a very trollish manner.

"Um, what are you talking about?"  I was absolutely puzzled.

"Me troll, you pay, you cross, me go back under bridge."  He retorted as if I was some kind of moron for not knowing how this works.

Right...  "So I hate to break this to you, but you're not a troll.  You're a Furgar, like me."

"NO!"  he demanded.  "Me troll, not doggy like you!  You woof woof.  Me take shinnies."

He just wasn't getting it.  I would have to show him.  "Come down to the river with me."

At first, he didn't move.  So I started toward the river.  He seemed a little nervous, but he followed after I took a few more steps.  We went down to the river and found a slow spot where a reflection could be seen.  I leaned over the water and pointed for him to do the same.  He looked over.  He sat and looked for a moment.  Then he waved his hand at the image as if to verify it's validity.  Then he made a few faces at it.   Suddenly he burst into tears and fell to the ground in the fetal position.  Something had really upset him.

"What's wrong?" was all I could squeak out.

"I'm not a troll!  I've always been a troll, but you have shown me that I'm just a dog!"  He was choking on his words, but he was speaking more fluently.

I went over and put my paw on his back.  I could feel the matter fur underneath the pads of my paws.  "It's ok.  You can always pretend to be a troll.  That way you can fulfill your life's destiny of collecting shinnies from unwitting passersby."

That seemed to pick him up.  He stood up and wiped the tears from his muzzle.  "Ok, you no need pay.  You cross.  I get more from next victim."  He smiled at the thought of double his collection fee.

"Then I must be off as I have a long journey ahead of me.  Thank you for your, um, kindness and good luck with your collections."  I waved to him as I crossed the bridge and onto the rest of my journey.  I walked on around the Forest of Mysts, right on the edge of the Swamp of Illness.  I didn't want to enter either as the forest tends to trick people into traps and the swamp makes you sick.  It was a very small path between the two.

After an entire day's walk, I saw a large tower coming into view.  That must be the fabled "Tower of the One" where the Furgar hero Razorclaw was trained by the Furlord himself!  I would have to stop and check that place out.   It was too late right now to travel that far, so I would have to camp here for the night.  I found a nice patch that wasn't in the forest or the swamp.  I set up camp and set down for the night.  I would go to the tower in the morning.