You're not sure how much time passed after you made the choice to keep going towards the Deadmines. They gave you a job pretty quickly and didn't give you any way out. Fortunately for you, the job gives you a lot of potential control. You work on a much bigger version of the harvest watchers you saw outside, big enough to house a goblin pilot. A girl could feel special on any such like. They call this big watcher the Foe Reaper. While you're still waiting for an opportunity to do something more interesting, informative, or lucrative, you're given an order to give a status update on the Foe Reaper to the wolf-man admiral of a ship up ahead. As you're heading towards the ship, you suddenly notice that it's completely deserted. A few humans are standing behind you, hands on their weapons. "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." The insolence of these humans is remarkable. Of course you don't have any gnomish technology! Gnomish technology is volatile and 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 are.
Ask for more information. Run while you can.