"So be it," The architect said, and he walked over, producing a skeleton key from his pocket. His calloused fingers didn't fumble, and his hands were extraordinarily steady. He fitted the key into the lock and turned it until it clicked, before he pushed open the bronze door with a strength that seemed unsuited to his build. But then again, he had the muscles of a carpenter. They stepped immediately into a small square room which felt rather cramped.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/20.gif)</div><br/>A huge old tortoise with the knowing look of a wise man sat in the very center of the room, forcing them all to stand along the edges. The bronze door which led to the foyer was right behind them, marked with a 1 above it with a hand painted sign. Next to the door on their left was a small end table with some piece of a strange contraption. It wasn't completely clear what kind of machine it belonged to, however, and there was no such machine in the room. The wooden floor was covered with a large ornate rug which took up the entirety of the door. Directly across from them was a wooden door labeled 5, which was standing ajar in its frame. Along the right wall were two doors, but the one closest to the corner seemed to be out of commission. A worn out padded chair had been pressed up into the corner, partly blocking it off. It failed to hide the broken knob from view, but the cloth which had been pinned over the number above the door made it clear that there would be no going out that way.<br/><br/>The only other option was the door closes to the party on the right, which had no door in it at all, simply a frame. The hall had a curious little jag to the left, but on the facing wall they could see the arrow of a bow, painted and framed on the wall. It was not the only art that hung. Between the two doors was a stern portrait of a man in a turban, starring toward another painting on the wall behind them, which seemed to be of a person in a sunhat staring down on a bright day.<br/><br/>The tortoise moved slowly over toward the arm chair and began to nibble on one of the newspapers which had been left there, both of which had a large S printed on their covers. Daedalus stepped back against the wall to the right, which was empty, and waited for them to consider their clues. A look of amusement had come over his face, his focus seeming to be on the turtle which was contentedly eating the newspapers as he waited for his guests to consider their next move.