The toll booth was not that big, however for a toll booth to be here, there has to either be a settlement or village close by, because even if the booth wasn't big, it wasn't large enough to house anybody. It was a mystery, but the trail of blood leading from the booth across the bridge was more than enough clue as to the direction who or whatever was responsible for this had ran to. Rezar marched up to the booth, he could smell blood and death, but there was no sense of life that he could detect, and if there was anything a vampire could do well, it was sense life.