I have no wish to curse you, captain! Anvil-headed though you may be. *nudge*
Here, have the key to an old storage locker in the Eastern Pit. Master has quite forgotten about it, and there are sure to be a few chests of raw gold and ores lying about. Have a snack, on me!
But if He finds out, let it be on your head! That’s as close a thing to a curse as I’ll land you with.

