Daedalus waited for them to talk amongst themselves, scowling to himself about the workmen. He prowled along the edges of the room, picking up the shovels and other tools and tidying the place up. So many hints and so much work, and they had ruined it all. He would throw them out if he could, but like himself, the other inhabitants of the labyrinth were trapped here.<br/>Perhaps one of these strangers would join them.<br/><br/>Some thought him to be King of his own little country here, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He was closer to being the ghost of the place. Power over it and not subject to its rules, but also not a participant in the daily life of those that lived here.<br/>"Come along, what will it be?" He pressed at them, clearly a little on edge and wanting to get a move on. He wanted to catch those workers and make them pay... but he knew that he would not. He was subject to the whims of the guests as much as they were subject to the whims of the maze.