"hopefully I can help with that!
While I would put no stock in our 'divine protection', I will share with ya', brave miners, a passage I took from my grandfather's wisdom. He would sit us round the furnace and tell us tales of beasts and demons and mythical ore, gesturing wildly to the ceiling while his shadow danced on the wall. Few believed him then; he was crazy, you see, but not too far gone his word means nothin'. After he suffered the loss of his outpost he traveled, following a stream for 12 days, eating small fish and crawdads. Eventually he made it to our mountain home and settled there. But that time drove him off of his head, while the stories he told were magnificent, you could see the pain in his eye (the other one lost to the ages), but anyway, here is what he told me and my brothers and sisters about digging too deep...
'There's no use in mining
no bounty to reap
no ore worth refining
where forgotten ones creep
only a world unfound
and a labyrinthine maze
deep underground
where the adamant lays.'
It may mean nothing, o' course, but it may mean our lives. Feel free to ignore the ramblings of a half craved old dwarf. Remember, though, whatever trouble you get yourselves into, make sure you can get yourself back up to me so I can patch you up."
~a little in character motivation for me. a bit TOO insightful, in retrospect