"Bring your torch and come with me, we are going to the smith lords." On the way out of the hall, Baldur approached one of the guard, "Prepare a nautical pyre for tomorrow." The guard nodded and went off to do is duty. Baldur walked in silence for a while, leading to the Smith's Den at the center of the castle. "We have three smith lords, an Elven smith, a dwarven smith, and a human smith. Each a master in their own respect. My hammer is a combined effort of all three."
Once in the Smith's Den, Baldur knocked on the counter. "Musica! I know your back there, come on out."
After a moment, a man that looked to be in their late twenties came around to the counter, he had three piercings over his right eyebrow and a silver necklace with what looked to be a sword for a pendent. "Well hello Baldur, nice of you to return alive."
Baldur raised an eyebrow, "You never doubted me for a moment."
"Of course not, not in this lifetime at least." The two men clasp hands and grinned at each other.
"Tass, this is Musica, the Human Smith Lord. Also my best friend." Musica eloquently bowed.
"Any friend of Baldur is a friend of mine. Might I see your flame, lass?"