He at least landed on his back, so he didn't wind up eating swamp mud. Still, it's not a fine affair to be stuck wrist- and ankle-deep in the stuff. He flinches at the crunching sound he hears come from that goblin upon Dread-impact. Yikes.

"I'm--eugh. Fine, just..."

He stops cold, paling. Wait.

"The pistol--" He yanks his hand free of the mud. Empty. "Oh, no. Where is it!?"