Goblin's eyes open suddenly. "Holy Talos what time is it!?" He quickly looks outside his doorway to be blinded by an enormous sun. "AAAUGGGHHH!!" he wails as he buries his face into his blanket. Morning was transforming into noon as he finally regains his sight and looks about his new home. He raises his hands and examines every detail. "I'm starting to have the resemblance of my father at his age." he says seeing how his hands are now more refined. He puts his hands to his face and doesn't notice anything too different other than slight change of 10 years pass. He then takes his shirt off to see that his body is defined and well taken care of. "All those early morning exercises with Irileth really paid off." he said as his fingers rubbed over his slightly revealing abs. "Though I am no Nord hero, I am definitely no milk drinker." he says flexing his average pecs, biceps and abs. He stretches somewhat feeling a tad bashful for what he has to see next as he reaches a single hand beneath the waistband of his pants. "Oh...my...." he says as he inspects himself. He takes his hand out and stands up to stretch. "Enough of that." he says clearing his throat. He walks over to his bag and pulls out his breakfast, two halves of bread and a chilled bottle of mead from being left in the cold all night. He sits at his entrance, letting his legs dangle outside as he enjoys his view, silently eating. He sees the townsfolk of Falkreath going about their everyday lives. "They look so tiny from up here." he says as he begins building a walkway in his mind down to the main road from his entrance. "All this quarried stone will come in handy creating my walkway." he says looking behind him to the several large piles of clean cut stone from last night sitting in a single corner of the room. He stands finishing his meal and walks into his home to start the remodeling of this new living space.