Gukb's eyes flickered from the towering Gnoll to the bemused expression of a Gnome... wait, Gnome? The Master had himself some strange company, for Gukb knew Gnomes as dicey companions. He felt the urge to tell the stocky halfling where to shove her accusing stare, before realising that the Gnome wasn't looking at him - but past him, towards her coat hanging on a rack by the door. 

The goblin didn't know what was in the coat, but he figured the trickster-bitch had something stashed in there; by the way she kept darting her eyes from him, to it, he gathered that the coat held a resource he needed to start tapping into. 

Only problem was, the Gnoll stood between him and the mystery prize. Furthermore, the Gnoll seemed to have cottoned on to what was happening. 

"Ah balls," Gukb had the good sense to mutter, before the monster came barrelling towards him. 

Goblins were not known for their strength, nor their courage really, and Gukb wasn't much of an exception. Courage, he had found through trial and error on the road. Strength? No, he hadn't found much of that. Arms that were only a couple of feet long could only hold so much muscle. Still, goblins were known for their speed and scuttling nature. 

He ducked the raging beast, bouncing himself under the Gnoll's parted legs, and came up on the other side. Possessed by the Gods of SHIT! he fumbled through the Gnome's coat pocket, and soon found something round,hard and made of metal.

He'd of asked what on earth he was supposed to do with it, but the Gnoll's charge had carried itself on towards the Master and the Gnome.