[The smith's gaze rests on Kratos for the first time, takes in his lowered chin and the braid, and this time his laugh is deep-chested, and sardonically delighted.]

Hah. I taught you better than you think. Fine, then. My name is Maodha mac Gabhann, which I'm sure your master never told you -- but at least he's still got good taste.

[He jerks his head toward the door into the smithy.]

My workshop. I'm sure you remember the way -- Commander.