The cart finally comes to a halt infront of the door to a giant lift that seems to go both up and down the mountain. If only you had found this blooming thing last time you were in the dungeon! Skeleton staircase? Pshah!
Beside the lift is a queue of Trolins beside a strange looking bus stop, with another Trolin standing to one side wearing a hat. The trolin looks in relief as the cart comes to a halt, and rushes up.
"Thank goodness you've finally got here, the group were starting to get restless - you don't think we've got that many 24-man carts here, do you?" The Trolin bustles the bewildered party off and ushers the other Trolins on, all of whom give the party dirty looks.
"And now we shall begin the tour!" says the tour guide, "please keep your elbows and clubs in the cart at all time, and please no petting the animals along the way. and let's get moving. On your left you will see a grey wall - if you look closely you can see some green mold on it..."
Eventually, a new cart rumbles forward empty apart from its Trolin driver.