[Caduceus finds the room quite by accident while wandering around, each white corridor seems to him to be exactly the same as the last. A bed and someplace to sit looks inviting and he walks into the room, not considering whether or not anyone else would be in there. Caduceus glances over the white-haired man and the peculiar device he's working on, a half-smile on his face.]

Sorry, the only forge I'm familiar with is the Burning Lodge and I don't think that's anywhere near here. Wherever here may be. [He looks around the room, not that it's likely to give him any answers. Or that he'll understand them.]