Grendel frowned as he listened to the conversation between Boogie and the others carry on. Gren almost envied Boogie's tolerance for other people, what with his own tolerance for others being disturbing low. Too many people in the bar, and not enough silence. Gren chuckled at Boogie's jab at Ozma, allowing himself a glance over to Boogie, with a small smirk. Gren glanced over at Rouge as she struggled to remember her story. Gren didn't blame her for having a hard time remembering it. Everyone's fable has been spun a thousand ways at some point, or they had never been particularly interesting. It didn't matter anyway, everyone's fables didn't matter here. Hell, if it wasn't for his stitches, and the constant reminder from Boogie what his fable was, Gren might even forget it, "Does it really matter, Boogie?" Gren spoke up, with his normal gravelly voice.