Glen was lost in thought, and had barely caught what Zenariel had said, but got the jist of it. Thinking hard back to his days as a youth, Glen realized he didn't really remember it too clearly, on account of being over seventy.
Who knows? weirder things have happened. He thought to himself as he responded to Zenariel, feeling less certain this time. "Well, maybe. I reckon that most of us had an imaginary friend when we were younger, but you'd probably know better than me honestly. I don't even know what I had for breakfast this morning; my memory is starting to go, once I even forgot who my own grandson was!"
Turning to the newcomer, Glen welcomed him with a hard slap on the back and a "Welcome to the party, I'm Glen Mackenzie." Then, by virtue of being next to Leo he overheard the conversation of emotions and humanity, and gave his two cents to the discussion. "Well, I certainly have some stories to tell about humanity, considering I've lived 72 years of it. Emotions aren't complex, but they aren't simple things either. Although I'm not sure we really need to teach them about emotion, since that Asura fellow sure seemed to know a lot about anger, and mister Faerun sure knows a heck of a lot about pride and patriotism."