While Elara had expected trouble, the sheer gall to set up the meeting place right in the middle of some sort of mind-controlling cult made her angry at the incompetence or carelessness of the adventurer's guild. Her having been on edge from the brief exchange with the knife-wielding gnome let her react to her allies' preemptive attacks without being caught off guard, but her lack of preparations gave her few options in the heat of the moment. Getting up from the chair in a rush and letting it fall over as a hopeful obstacle, she went for the table they had all been sitting at, aiming to flip it over as a makeshift cover in case of ranged attacks. The goats she saw in the windows gave her worry, but all she could do about them was hope they would, at the very least, take their time. She opted to take a moment to observe, hoping to perhaps catch something, anything, with her relatively meager mana sensing. The coordination and communication between the affected individuals surely had to be magical in nature, and perhaps even had a source. 

Actions:
Movement (speed F), Defending, Other(magic D)