The bread was nice, not oven-fresh, but fresh enough for Gukb. Chunk after chunk barrelled down his throat until there was nothing but a few crumbs on the table. He chased the food down with a (what he hoped was complimentary) bottle of Anselm Blues on the nearby counter. 

"Feast fit fo' a king, that!" he said, delighted and beaming with unusual excitement. "Could be gettin' used to this livin', could me." 

Realising he'd just taken a gluttoneous portion of the Master's geneoristy, Gukb remembered his manners. He trotted through the house, passing through one door way after another, using Elric's voice - and the voices of strangers - to guide him through the expanse. Eventually, he found a narrow staircase, which he assumed would lead him to his master. 

"Master Barber, yer u-" 

Womanly screams from outside rustled Gukb's casual mannerisms, and his little hand fell to Red Rust's handle. His eyes darted towards the front door, which lay at the end of the hall. The oaken wood suddenly exploded, and the goblin pulled his sword up. Every inch of muscle told him to run, but he was done with running. He could have a good life here, and he was too tired to let the unknown take it from him.

"'Ere, Hell Hound," Gukb said to the towering form passing into Elric's home. "Gots me some rus-" the goblin's courage dissipated as his slitted eyes made out the features of his enemy.

A gnoll. And a big one at that. 

"I er," Gukb coughed, "Master Barber, govna', we got us some trouble down 'ere, like." 

Hopefully Elric and his companions knew their way around a weapon, because Gukb doubted his ability to hold his ground against a creature three times his size.