The goblin's ears pricked up at the mention of employment. It'd been a long time since someone - especially a human - had offered him any coin for his services; even if those services were perhaps a little mundane. Still, that crown and sceptre weren't going to buy themselves. And a King should never be above the lowly toils of the common people. 

"King Gukb the Humble," Gukb mumbled to himself, almost vacantly, before clearing his throat to speak up. "Yer be offerin' me fine things there, human. Though bein' things as they may, and bein' that wanderlust is a word egotistical maniacs be usin' to explain their lack of purpose in the world, I accept." He nodded at the hole. "First, let me get to fixin' that roof. Knew me a Dwarf, way back in Fullforge Keep who showed Gukb a thing or two 'bout woodwork."

He inspected the wooden beams arching towards the ceiling's center point; noted they were souring with moisture. Clicking his tongue, he looked back at the barber, "this buildin' is either old, or poorly put together. Ayuh, this roof wont be lastin' you another twenty winters that's fa sure. Gukb can look inta that for ya, inbetween sweepin' hair off yer pretty floor of course. Least I can do for ya kindness - BUT - I ain't foolish enough to be workin' for a master with no name."

Holding out his little green palm to the human, Gukb bowed, "Gukb, Gukb Stonebasher, of the long dead Stonebasher clan. Son of Helm only knows. Whats your name? Lest you already told me, and stupid as my memory sometimes is, I've forgotten."