"Alright boys, here's the deal," Jack said in a whisper as he gathered his crew together in one of the newly enchanted rooms of the Jolly Rancher. "We have an official permit to mine special ores, but as a condition of the permit, we have to submit 40% of all the ore we gather to the taxation office."
"Ah, I get it," said Longbeard, running his hands through his beard. "We're going to commit tax fraud. Very white collar of us."
"No, nothing like that," said Jack, rolling his eyes. "Listen to me guys. It's very important that within the Artica realm you don't break any laws. The Artica race is very particular about that, and they always have Dao Lords watching. We can't keep secrets from them."
The crew's faces suddenly went pale, and they looked towards the Goldilocks, who was staring at his own reflection in a sheet of gold.
Jack cleared his throat, ignoring the very obvious signs of their misdemeanors, and focused on the task ahead.
