My dearest Kili,
That cruel bastard! He's only gone and trapped all of us down here. What would lead him to such a thing? He's no god, just a bully! And with one selfish act, things down here have gone to Infernus! The poor goblins don't know any better - without their god, but they're still acting in his name, playing his violent games. This place has turned into a warzone, all turning on each other - tribe against tribe, like it's some final tournament.
It's strange, though, that not one of them has tried breaking into my forge. I fear this place has gained more than a little bit of reverence over the years that they're scared to anger it...or Bertha...or me? I hope not me. They do come up to and knock on my doors, though, trading information and supplies for more weapons. While I don't want them killing each other, I'm humouring it for now and have told them to bring me more peat above all else...
You see, I've been secretly stockpiling it in small quantities over the years, grinding it to a powder. Tricked 'em by getting them to allow me to build the distillery, slowly gather certain components and other materials... I've got enough down here to create some potent explosions, and I need more peat to make enough black powder-like substance to get us out. If this is what it's come to, then this also feels like destiny to me, and if it's the last thing I do, it'll be to blow this place wide open and lead these poor goblins - my surrogate family - back out to the surface.
If by some miracle I survive, I'm coming home, Kili.