Brand them

As the goblins continue to pile their freshly-stolen loot higher and higher, Grilda emerges from the building, now dressed in what had been Hunk's finest silk shirt (it's been turned into a dress on her curvy little body) and wearing his gold rings.

She approaches the naked captives with a greedy grin on her face.

"What are we going to do with these?" Bogga asks her boss.

"Eat them?" Goola chimes in with a laugh.

"Sell them?" Gobba asks.

Piahla squeals in terror, while Rolga whimpers. Shanks tries to remain stoic, but the sweat is beading down her face. Hilda continues to futilely struggle, while Hunk simply stares at the goblin leader.

"These look like a fine batch of slaves," Grilda says as she runs her fingers along Hunk's chest. "Let's brand them and sell them!"

The goblins cheer as the color drains from the prisoners' faces.

"Go get the kit!" Grilda shouts as the goblins rush about.