Galvin was looking through a large stack of books to find an old blueprint, located in his attic. As he oftentimes did, he was talking to himself while looking. "So I seem to recall having left the blueprint between pages sixty-eight and sixty-nine of 'metallurgy in alchemy', but where on Revaliir did I put that intellectually subperflous tome? Ah! There we go." The book was the third from the bottom in a pile twenty-six books high, but Galvin tried to just pull it out nevertheless. As he saw the pile of paper tumble down towards him, a thought raced through the goblin's mind. In hindsight, I should probably have built a bookshelf up here, so I could effectively categorize my excess scripts and clear some space. Then again, I might just be thinking this because I am about to be buried in outdated literature, which I anticipate to be a painful endeavour. I must remember to reasess this issue when imminent pain is no longer a factor. The books then landed on top of the poor goblin with a crash, coincidentally happening at the same time as his downstairs window breaking. Galvin himself didn't make much of a sound, as he was too busy bracing himself to prevent his precious goggles from sustaining damage.
After a few seconds, Galvin finally manages to dig himself out of the pile of books, dusting himself off and reassuring himself that his goggles were still in pristine condition. He was still oblivious to his intruder downstairs, and so he dug through the books to find the tome he was looking for, only to open it and find that the blueprint inside was missing. Looking around the room, Galvin finally saw a rolled-up scroll lying next to the spiral staircase, remembering he had withdrawn the blueprint some time ago when designing a new mechanical eye for a merchant vessel. He was about to walk over to fetch it when his attention was taken in by a dull thud from downstrairs, followed by a whisp of black smoke creeping up the stairs. Horrified, Galvin put on a mask (vapours, gases, and accidents with fire were frequent enough to warrnat having one in his house) and ran downstrairs.
The entire shop was covered in black smoke from floor to ceiling. A draft was pulling the smoke towards the warehouse/lab/sleeping area, Galvin noted, and doing the math, he assumed he had been burgled. As a result, Galvin went to a shelf, put on some special gloves, and dipped them in his favoured flammable substance before setting his gloves alight. He then marched into his lab, growling, making the scary cave-demon-like noise that only goblins were really good at emulating - forgetting his mask completely, making the sound muffled and odd. "Confusticate and confund you, intruder! Why are you here!?"