The Architect looked in her direction, and pressed his lips together. There was a fire in his eyes that seemed to burn with the spirit of something immortal. Another wanderer, he wondered how long she had been wandering here. "Did you dig this hole?" he asked right away, sounding a little sharp and annoyed.<br/><br/>He was still not happy with the workers who had so callously undid all his careful work. He was the king, and the maze his kingdom. Not all the denizens of the maze knew him, but his words carried weight. The Maze was his to design.