Zagnar pushes on one of the massive doors. It doesn't budge; in fact, he could have sworn it pushed back, ever so slightly. Next, he goes poking around the satyr's tree, looking for a lever or any means of opening the doors. The satyr keeps a close eye on him as he ventures close to his position. Zagnar's effort is unsuccessful; he finds no such means of opening the doors.
At Random's soliloquy, the satyr stops playing its flute, mid-note. Its mischievous eyes narrow; he rubs his chin. "Hmm. She sounds interesting. Interesting, indeed." He ponders your words for a moment longer. "She just might be worth saving." The satyr ponders something further still, but who knows what it could be? The creature's alien mind is capable of only alien thoughts, understandable only by one of its own kind. Who knows what motivates such beasts?
"I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll let you in, but not free of charge, no, no, not free of charge, that wouldn't do at all." It giggles. "Instead of 100 gold per head, I'll let you in for a flat 100, for the whole group. And don't try to barter me down further. That's my final offer. Pay it, or go back home, and leave me to my thoughts and my flute." [L4SR-CHR, successful=32a.p.].
At Runkild's request, the satyr's shoulders sag. It looks rather baffled at the rogue. He shakes his head, and that's the end of that.
Hearing the satyr's words, Rochin del Graz steps out from behind the rocks, and produces 18 gold pieces. "I heard you people talking, and I don't like what I heard. I've been here before, remember? There's no getting past this thing unless you pay its fee. Pay him and be done with it." He'll add his 18 gold to the kitty.