Gukb shook Elric's hand, and drew a smile full of little incisors. "Be a real pleasure, Mister Barber. S'pose your name makes perfect sense, can't be sayin' the same fo' mine tho'. Don't go bashing stones me, not sure why anyone ever would, 'sept them Dwarves maybe."

He looked at the hole, and started to take in rough measurements in his mind. "Well, I can patch it up like, keep tha' rain out fa' now. Maybe in tha' mornin' I can get to seein' what needs doin' for it's ah, lifespan. I reckon Gerald got most'a it right, 'cus these beams be lookin' solid, 'n they'll dry like, but the tiles need lookin' at... so does tha' underlay." 

Realising he was getting away with himself, Gukb turned back to Elric. "Lemme clean up here first. Only right a goblin sweeps his own hair up anyways. Ya best get on, thinkin' that Samuel fellah be owin' ya some money, aint 'e? D'worry Mr. Barber, I can work my way round a crossbow, so's I sure can be workin' my ways around a broom."