Orin continued to peer down to the maiden while she spoke, though she did not ask his name she did the next best thing which was to call him by the title 'Old Stone' something that commanded at least higher respect than the common husks that paraded the arena at that very moment. "You are the first to call me that, and to ask my own purpose. It is... Refreshing." Looking around at the crowd he could hear that they were starting to jeer at whatever was going on behind him, their boos and curses only a light wind compared to the constructs booming voice. "I am here in search of a way to The Makers. Or The Ancestors as you call them. They are the ones that created me, and they are the ones that will know where the Stone Father is." Suddenly at the sound things being thrown Orin's head turned 360 towards the arena, and if his face could he would have been smiling now. "I am here to discover what had become of the young races, it is good to see that they are not all lost." Though he didn't want to be rude and was still listening to the girl, Orin's whole body faced the Arena, almost as if he was waiting for something.