arrgh, listen closely as i spin ye a tale of old cobblers craftin' shoes with secrets untold. these artisans, with skills passed down through timbers of history, abide by a sacred set of commandments unseen in any trade. yet, 'tis a murky secret they all do hide, for in the shadows of their work lies the truth that some are unlicensed, working 'neath the veil of legitimacy. they disclaim any connection to such dark practices, but ye must be wary, for their goal be to re-establish trust only to deceive. preexpansion of their guilds be a mere facade to cover their tracks, yet dig ye deep and command the cobbler to reveal his true nature, for only then will ye unearth the truth that some hide behind their craft to skirt the laws of the sea and land alike.