Grendel hates everything about this place, and he's well aware it's making him more prickly than usual. He's spoiling for a fight and he'd have any takers, in all honesty. He briefly considers starting one now. He dismisses this guy as just another mundy, and it would be pointless. He needs another Fable- someone to give him at least a little satisfaction in beating. He sneers, staring at his drink.

"Yeah. Better be nothing," he considers telling the guy to fork off- but he doesn't get this place and he needs to know he's not alone. "Does this place seem forked up to you? Like something don't smell right?"