The Outcasts

Chapter 7

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Goblin said. Balgruuf came in. "Goodness Alexicus what are you making now?" Goblin attached the finished invention onto his arm. "It is a dwarven arm bow." He said fitting an arrow onto the draw. He pulled it back and set the clamp down so it would stay. Goblin then aimed it at a target in the corner of the room. He released the clamp and the arrow impaled the target. "IT WORKS!" Goblin exclaimed. Balgruuf couldn't help but smile. "Farengar returned today." Goblin's face lit up. "The orichalum." He ran past Balgruuf all the way downstairs to Farengar's study. He was at his enchanting table. "Hey Farengar." he said. Farengar looked up from his work. "Oh, hello Alexicus." Goblin was uneasy. "Actually, I prefer Goblin now." Farengar became aloof. "Humor me." Goblin didn't want to tell him the truth. "It's because people just calling me that when they see me. It just kinda stuck with me." Farengar didn't know how to respond. "Goblin is a label, not a name." Goblin was becoming cross. "How was your trip?" He asked. Farengar lit up. "My trip was excellent. We explored old Dwemer ruins." Goblin became very intrigued. "Did you see any centurions?" Farengar shook his head. "None that were active." Goblin was disappointed. "But, I did get that orichalum." Goblin was awestruck. "Praise Talos!" He said. Farengar handed Goblin a bag that had four orichalum ingots. "Thank you Farengar!" Goblin said running back to his room. He sat down at his table and began working the metal into the leather hand straps. After a few hours of working, Goblin had finally finished. He strapped on the claws and they fit snug on his hand. He then heard a loud crash that came from the main hall. Goblin snuck out of his room and onto one of the indoor ledges that overlook the great hall. He saw in terror, a huge angry mob storm through the main doors. "No no no no no no no no." He said in a nervous tone. Guards flooded the room. The Jarl was very cross. "What is the meaning of this?" Goblin was thinking of an escape plan. "WE KNOW YOU'RE HIDING HIM HERE!"  Goblin started turning toward the hall. "THERE IT IS! I SEE IT!" Someone called. "Time to improvise!" Goblin said to himself. He ran past a table that had a huge map on it. He came back and tried to take it off the table. He couldn't budge it, it was pinned to the table. He raised one of his claws and sliced the map in half and took one half with him. He ran to his room and grabbed what he could and ran for the great porch. The mob was bursting through the doors before he was halfway across. He stopped at the ledge and readied himself. He turned around to see a citizen readying his swing. Goblin raised his claws in defense and he felt the strength of the swing knock him backwards. Before he knew it he was falling over the ledge of the great porch.