POWER You're not sure how much time it took you to get to this location with your short legs and insufficient air supply due to this old cloth tied around your face. It's really kind of ridiculous. Luckily there's an enormous scarecrow-like "harvest watcher" to think about. You hear somebody mumble a name that sounds like "Foe Reaper" while pointing at it. A cool name. A girl could feel special on any such like. You find a few humans at the specified location, which turns out to be in the back of a mine. One beckons you closer, begins chatting about something irrelevant, and then suddenly gives a cue to the others. One of them is Jimb. The others draw their weapons in sync. The nerve. "We know what you've been doing here," says one of them. "We know how much the Admiral likes you. You just thought you could work your way up the ranks and take over this place, didn't you? Well, you don't have any gnomish technology to save you now. You're going down just like the Furlbrows." Even more nerve. Of course you don't have any gnomish technology! Gnomish technology explodes if you look at it. As a goblin, your technology is far superior to that of the gnomes. Unfortunately, it doesn't work at close range, which these humans have lured you into letting them be. You'll have to rely on your wits to save you now.
Ask for more information. Run while you can.