The Greatest Cavern

The High Deacon leant forward on his stool, and carefully adjusted the position of the glowstone. Too little little light made reading impossible but too much light was dangerous. He’d heard of words that feared the brightness, and might slink away before he had a chance to read them.
These pages held secrets, things he had never known, and of things he was perhaps never meant to know. The pages were yellow yet crisp. Magic had restored book’s condition, but centuries of damage showed as stains and discolorations throughout the book.
There was a shout from outside his tent. Angrily, he shut the copy of Madame Scarlettes, and went to see what the problem was, before it devolved into another brawl.
“High Deacon! High Deacon Mika!” came the shrill voice from the center of the mining camp. Making his way there, Mika saw Chief Assassin Klik with the rest of the Skeleton Hand, his elite murder force. They were standing guard over a large corpse resting on a tarp, while other goblins crowded around them. Occasionally one would get too close, and the Skeleton Hand would wave their poisoned daggers until they backed off.
Mika rolled his shoulders, to make sure his robe was fluttering out behind him in an appropriately Deaconly manner. “Dire Black Guardsman Shizix, control your men! What is it, Chief Assassin?”
“Sir..uhhh….your honor, we’ve killed a gug!”
A cheer went up from the crowd of goblins. Mika motioned for silence. “If we can kill one of the Destroyers, then we can kill all of them! Let us prepare the feast!”
Klik waved his arms in warning “No your honor! We killed this gug with poison. Should we eat it, our sins may be visited upon us!”
Klik had been reading again, Mika could tell, but that was a problem for later. Hurredly he searched through his notebook (titled “The Wisdom Of Kairen”), looking for an answer to this problem. 
“Uh, how about we...uhhh...cut the gug up! Yes, and then bait traps with its tainted flesh. Then we eat what we caught. That will probably be safe.”
The assembled goblins nodded. Their leader was wise and powerful.
Satisfied that none of his men were going to poison themselves, he went off to find Light. Light wasn’t his name of course, but he was a duergar who’d managed to upset the other dark dwarves. He was busy sorting a pile of ore into grades. Occasionally he’d put a piece aside after marking it with chalk. Those pieces would be shown to the miners, as an example of a particularly good or bad chunk. Light didn’t look up as Mika approached.
“How goes the sorting, Light?”
“Uhhll”
“Yeah, you’re nearly done. We’re going to have a celebration later. Help yourself to a duble ration of rum”
"Uhhll”
“Don’t mention it. Mayor-King Ringmasta says trade’s good, and we’re expecting new supplies soon
“Uhhll”
“Nah, no more men, but some better picks and carts.”
“Uhhll”
“Some of the surface goblins have made their way down here. I’m sure some of them will come join our little operation when they’re low on coin and hunger claws at their bellies”
“Uhhll”
“Maybe 200 at most. Too many will be hard to control. Too few and Greznek will begin to run out of coin. Without the Church of Orcus giving us money, Radical Kairenism is going to be self funding”
“Uhhll”
“I doubt any of them will be geolologist….geogi….stone workers, but there will be some you can teach”
“Uhhll”
You’re very welcome. Let me know if there’s anything more you need.
“Uhhll”
Mika went back to his tent, and found his page in the worn book. Light had lost his tongue many years ago, but he was still the best conversation around.
Mika leaned back in his chair, and began to read.