Well that didn't work as planned.
Gukb found himself suspended in mid air ten feet above ground. An acceptable drop for a human, two broken shins for a goblin. His little clawed fingers screeched as they gradually lost purchase on the guttering.
"Ah no," he said calmly, as if accepting his fate for what it was. "Was nice knowin' ya boys."
The guttering rattled a little as his shifting weight placed pressure on the rusted brackets holding it up. Gukb saw a brief light at the end of the tunnel; if the brackets snapped, the guttering would fall and lower him to the ground. Maybe gently, maybe not. Either way, it sure was a more attractive option than simply 'letting go'.
"Cam on, cam on yer wankin' piece of horse crap," he sneered at his inanimate enemy. "King Gukb the Humble ain't bein' felled by a roof misadventure."
One of the brackets snapped, as if answering his call. The gutter slanted, then dropped a foot- though the force shook off Gukb's dwindling hold. He fell screaming.
It was an ugly bush, or so Gukb had thought when he first scouted the place out. Regardless of whether or not he'd have it adorn Gukb Castle's immaculate grounds, once he had some, it was a dense bastard. His chain mail and leather protection fought in unison against the thorns, and the proud yet slender branches of dull colours. The bush broke his fall, but not his pride.
"Get down and into the house! If you need to get in through the roof again, just try REALLY hard to not knock enough of it so the rain can pour down! Try climbing down, there's a door in the back! Help yourself to some bread if you're hungry!" called Elric, just as Gukb rolled out of the bush.
Bread, yes bread sounded good. Gukb picked himself up, shrugged off foliage he'd acquired as decoration, and headed for the back door. Though before he did, he paused briefly to look up at the dislodged gutter and shook his head. "Typical!"
The back door was a sturdy thing, of oak and iron struts, but it was thankfully unlocked. It opened with a squeak, and Gukb stumbled in to see a loaf of bread atop a simple table. No mould, that he could see, and so naturally his eyes watered more than his mouth at the prospect of a half decent meal. It had been an awfully long time, after all.
"Thankin' yer, Master Barber," Gukb called as he snatched at the bread. He cared little for knives or forks, and resolved to tearing chunks out of it.
