Mehadrin stands there posing, taking in all that he counts as admiring, Vaeri's question about his clothing momentarily made him stop, he smiles seductively...
"You like it? I do think this is all a man like me could wear, I would not want to cloth my beauty in any rags you know... and I gained this from a tall old elf with golden skin... but he was rude and cranky..."
Mehadrin looks at Marut, posing again...
"I didn't know trolls could appreciate elf beauty..."
Marut blinks his eyes and asks...
"Really? I didn't know that... never met many trolls..."
Mehadrin looks displeased at the stench that floats in the air...
"Ew! by the high ones! what is that awful smell! please get rid of it!..."
the mists have moved again, they reveal a bog, some steam rises from it's waters making it look haunted at night...
Mehadrin hurries back to safety near Moondrop...
"What is that horrid place?? y-you don't think my brother is there do you?? I hope not, I could never survive in a place like that! Guyaro would be an awful brother if he even set a foot on that place! keep me safe my savior!..."
He hugs Moondrop like a damsel in distress,,,