Tirarian remained as still as possible. When a drunken hyena-man three times your size breaks into your friends house, it is probably best to let them settle it. It may be in her name, but Elric always had a way with calming people down, normally before surgery. It probably didn't help that if things went pear shaped, she'd left her sword in her cart and the grenade was in her coat by the door by the Goblin... wait... Goblin? Who the hell? Could he help?

The room was frozen, all in position to strike. No sound could be heard except for Elric working his mouth and the Gnoll slobbering. If she could get the goblin to use the explosive she would probably trash the room, but the beast would be wounded enough for everyone to jump on him

She got his attention 'psst.' and gestured towards her coat, immitated putting it on and showed him the pocket which it was in, and prayed he would realise. Unfortunately subtlety is not the Gnomes best talent, and the Gnoll's eyes were directed specifically on her. She had one thing to say before the room exploded into action. "Shit."