Transcript of Bertha
My dearest Kili,
Ha! I've only gone and done it. If only you could see me now. Dad never thought I had his teachings down, but I've built it! And boy, she's a beaut! The goblins call it Warforge; it's a fine name, but I've got me own - Bertha. She'll do the job nicely.
Luckily, I still had a handful of inactive charyou seeds and some flame gloves - used 'em to ignite the forges. Those should burn for a good long while now!
Da Boss Man wants me to start production immediately. He has ideas for all kinds of nasty weapons. I'll get to it, I suppose. He's less likely to punish me than any of the goblins down here - imcando master smiths are harder to replace, I guess. While I've only been down here about a year, I can see how he mistreats these poor goblins.
Don't get me wrong, I've fought and killed my fair share of 'em in various wars. They're fierce opponents, no question. Merciless. But seeing them here, in this place, I can't help but feel sorry for them. Sympathise even. No wonder they are so violent and ruthless - this god here breeds them to be. But I've talked to some of the new arrivals, the youngsters, and they're almost sweet in a rough-around-the-edges sort of way.