There appears to be no survivors but then...

The elves look on horrified, their disgust etched on their normally noble features. Gro'muzza began to protest the devouring of his goblinkin but a swift backhand silences him, the other goblins tense to challenge you but you dominate them with a glare (the collars of control help too). Their eyes blaze with hatred yet they cower before you as the prospect of incurring your wrath overcomes their lust to avenge this desecration, even Gro'muzza doesn't get back to feet to avenge his women and children, the power and fear stirs your perverted loins.

You stand with your goblins and elves as the vermin finish their meal, when they scurry back to their shadows there is nothing left, not even bones for necromancers to raise. To your mind it is ****.

Your innate cruelty satisfied for the moment you lead all of your warriors out of the warrens careful not to leave anyone behind. Your group marches into the surrounding forest for ten minutes during which there is a resentful silence until Gro''muzza falls to his knees before you and begs that they be allowed to return and gather items to mourn their departed. Thinking back to your time as a mere skeleton protecting his resting place you allow this concession.
When you return to the warrens you instruct the elves to guard the exit, they are grateful to escape the stench of goblins living in close quarters with each other.

As you reenter the warrens you soon find much to your astonishment and the goblins warriors that the goblinkin have respawned.

"Am I not a merciful god!" You declare bluffing at the surprising discovery.

The goblins kneel and bow before you thanking for bringing the fallen back into existence. Your orders for them to gather their things is quickly obeyed and soon the goblins scurry back and forth. Despite their few possessions and nothing of real value you realise it will take at least an hour for them to be organised enough to travel. The younger goblins are herded towards deeper tunnels to protect them.

Gro'muzza and a robed goblin approach you and prostates themselves before you, their eyes fixed towards the ground. "I humbly apologize for doubting you master. We did not see your vision. Please accept my daughter as recompense for the great wrong I have done. She is of age and a virgin, she is considered a great beauty among our kind but I have guarded her purity for the right warrior."

"I never knew you were such a moral people" you comment dryly

"We are a poor people with nothing of value but our pride and our bodies" Gro'muzza responds.

"I accept your offering." You graciously agree, then turning to the robed figure you order "Well, woman, stand and let me look at you".

The goblin female springs to her feet and at your instructions removes the hood from her face and let's the robe fall to the ground to reveal her questionable glory underneath. The naked female goblin looks exactly that, small, green, skinny, small breasts, ugly face and sharp teeth.

"Uh... Actually..." You begin, your normally commanding presence wavering at the sight of her.

Gro'muzza looks up confused, "is something wrong master? Is she impure? If you do not want her then I will kill her to avenge the shame she brings our family."