As if a Dark Lord would marry a goblin!

You are shocked by the absurdity of her words.

"No" you answer flatly. You can't even begin to explain the absurdity of her question. Goblins might need loving but to take one as a wife... A dark elf - defintely, a succubus - yes please, a dwarf - maybe, a pit demon - quite possibly, a giant ant queen - let me think about it, but a goblin! Even an undead dark lord of evil who long ago sold his soul to even darker gods of darkness had some standards.

You look to see whether your rejection has hurt First Daughter of Gro'muzza as you order her the dress herself in the rag she wore but goblins are a stoic people who are used to disappointment and rejection. You are disappointed in a way since tears taste like the sweetest wine to you.

The goblins eventually finish their packing and march in a chaotic but effective way out of the caves, you expected an excited chittering from them but in truth they were eerily silent as they moved.

You exit the goblin warrens to find the Elven guards you had left outside slaughtered. Their bodies strewn around the clearing with some apparently hit with such **** that they landed in the trees.
The goblins hesitate, unsure whether to make a display of standing with you after your numerous threats or fleeing back to their warrens.

You scan the undergrowth searching for a hint of the attackers who slaughtered your Elven indentured servants.