He twisted himself in a painful way. But doing so prevented him from dying. He put out his arms to help catch himself. He fell flat on his chest. He laid there groaning in pain. "I didn't hear anything break." He said rolling onto his side. He slowly got up and looked at the mob. "Need to keep moving." he said in pain. He looked over the ledge to find a semi steep drop. He crouched down and had a firm hand on the ledge as he lowered himself as far as he could. He still couldn't touch the ground below him. So he let go and landed awkwardly. He continued his way down until he was on solid grass.He was depressed. "Now what do I do? Where do I go?" He pulled out the torn map he had and took a good look at it. "There's a Dwemer city not too far away, probably could get there before night." He looked at his damaged wall claws. "Hang in there." he said walking towards the road. It was the heat of the afternoon and there was no one nearby. But that didn't stop him from being cautious. He was getting closer and closer to the rear guard post. He made sure the guard was not in the tower so he could sneak by without being seen. Goblin was walking for hours. The rocky pathway turned into a dirt path in the snow. It wasn't too cold but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine. "It's so pretty out here, but why does it have to be cold?" He said looking at the trees. At some points the path completely disappeared and then reappeared further down. He saw a large fire and was going near it when he saw monstrous figures walking around it and decided not to. The sun was starting to go down when he saw a large structure built into the side of a mountain. He approached the front of the structure." It looks like, at one time, there was a gate or door here." Goblin saw bandits lurking around the top of the structure by the door inside. "This will be fun." Goblin said looking at his wall claws. "But I need it to be a little darker.