Gukb closed his eyes as the he-bastard rounded the corner. Taking a deep breath, he waited for the footsteps to stop - that would be his moment; his lanky fingers tightened around Red Rust's handle. 

"Oh have you come for a shave or haircut or surgery?" 

Gukb smacked his his own face with an open palm. [i]Idiot! How'd I miss the moment!? Out of practice, Gukby old boy![/i]

"Ahem," Gukb coughed, clearing his throat. He buried Red Rust deep into a pile of discarded nonsense and pretended the blade hadn't been there all along. "A hair cut, if ye not be inklin' to open my throat. Been'a long time since old Gukb here got himself tended to by some proper shears." He paused to look back at the rectangular hole in the roof. "Oh, 'n er sorry 'bout the woodwork, I'll fix 'er up. Not wise for me likes to be walkin' the streets, real dangerous see? Seemed like me only option."

Was discarding Red Rust a wise idea? Suddenly Gukb cursed his inherited rashness. If the he-bastard swung for him, then it was going to be an old fashioned rough and tumble with teeth and nail. Goblins didn't fare so well in those affairs against opponents a third more their size.