Orin just listened to Zeke get heated up from his own story, a room full of devils and beasts and all had their stories of how they became such, a sad mortal life that was followed by a even sadder devil life before they reached here. It did not surprise him, he knew people, how to control and manipulate them, so people with sad pasts gathered together to become stronger that was just how the world worked. Though he also noticed that such people seemed to get the most heated out of every type of person he knew...

*CRACK*

The stick collided with Orin's raised hand, his fingers facing towards the wood as they pushed forward to help shatter it casurally as most of the force was already provided by Marcus. [b]"Please try to watch where you are swinging. You could have hurt one of the lovely ladies here. Thankfully it was just me heh"[/b] He said as he took a look at his fingers, several large splinters dug into his flesh though he did not seem to mind. Lifting it closer he licked his wound of blood at first like a hurt animal before catching one of the bigger splinters and dropping it into his other hand. Really it was own fault for trying to break it in half, he did not expect it to be so fragile. 

[b]"That being said. It brings us to our next point does it not? Why we are here and what we plan on doing. We are here to train, to become stronger so that we can all be good little pieces." [/b]