The Architect welcomed them and Adrián bowed his head before saying "Greetings. Nice to meet you at last."<br/><br/>He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking right in his eyes, as if it was the first challenge, but he failed and had to blink and look away. Then, he nodded and answered with a calm voice "I couldn't be readier."<br/><br/>After saying that, he looked at his companion and at the Architect, thinking that, perhaps, he was being a bit arrogant. But more serious things were happening: they had to follow the Architect. It made him happy that there were no unnecessary interactions or words. Adrián hoped to get straight to the point and was not distracted by the building at all; his eyes were focused on their host, his ear alert just in case he said something useful. But that didn't happen. At last, they entered a room with different doors. And again, the man talked and he listed carefully.<br/><br/>The architect's words echoed in his head.<em>It's easy to get lost</em>. He laughed at the word<em>lost</em>and didn't hide it.<br/><br/>"What if we don't want to be found, or if we are already lost in the world outside, or if we don't mind getting trapped inside?" he said as he smiled, his hands in his pockets. He was unconcerned about the place. "I suppose we have to choose a door, right? Together or alone?" he asked, looking at the doorsteps and then at his companion.<br/><br/>Did they introduce each other? He couldn't remember, but he was not going to ask or say something about it. Not because of rudeness but because he was not used to talking to someone without being asked. Only with his students, of course, and if the situation required it. This situation didn't.<br/><br/>What he did remember was the reason to be there. Adventure was the main reason and within this one, imagination was a little part alongside fame and power. Deep in his mind he even fantasized about achieving some kind of power that made him immortal, just as the Architect was supposed to be. Or even more, killing him and replacing him. No, he didn't fear the Maze. Instead, his only worry was "can we get killed here?" but he wasn't going to ask that. And yes, he was open to any possibility: if magic really existed in real life --and they were already experiencing it--, what else could be possible? He was eager to discover what lied in de depths of the Maze. And as for what to do after entering there... He did not want to think about it. "Let's face the situations as they come", he would think for himself. And there he stood, waiting. If the Architect prompted them to choose a door, he wouldn't know which one to open. If he were not mistaken, all the words were synonyms. What first came to his mind was that FABLE surely meant that some creatures dwelled beyond the door. YARN made him think about the Parcae, whereas STORY or TALE said anything to him. Perhaps one was longer than the other or the former implied non-magic elements whereas the latter did. After a few seconds, however, he started to think that, perhaps, he had wasted some precious seconds thinking about this because they didn't have to choose a door. He panted in silence, a bit annoyed with himself, and focused on the present: to wait.