<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"I'm taking some time out, friend. Raise hell if you need me." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"An' ye'll raise hell if anyone distrubs ye, eh?" He chuckles and pads into the safehouse. Inside, there's a large female beartaur reading a book. She's wearing what can only be described as the world's oddest-shaped kilt, and a tank-top. Judging by the two decent-sized axes at her "waist", she's a berzerker of the traditional kind, one who's quite capable of developing the Rage without aid of the juice. She's also got a large warhammer strapped across her back. She notices everyone entering, mutters something about "Bloody southerners" and returns to her book. It's the full and unabridged works of this world's Shakespeare. Baz nods at her. "Elloo there, Jania." "Wha' the fuck ye' lookin' a', shortass?" He chuckles, and begins to head into the armoury. "Ye wannae cuppa, ye wee bastard?" Jania calls. "Kettle's on!" "Och!" Is Baz's reply. "I wouldnae say no!" "Wha' boot yer Southern bastard friends?" "I dunno, ask 'em ye muppet". This conversation is carried out in shouts. It concludes with the beartaur yelling "Oi! Southern bastards! Any of ye wanna cuppae tea or coffee?" at the top of her voice.<br/><br/>He looks around the armoury with the kind of smile a proud father gives when he looks over his children's artwork. With a happy sigh, he proceeds to fill his pockets and bandolier with shotgun shells- anyone watching would wonder where the hell he put them all. He delivers a menacing little chuckle, taking a box of fragmentation grenades from the shelf. He tosses one of them up and down in his left hand, before slipping six of them into loops on his jacket. Then he heads into the kitchen, and gets a large box of 3" tall mice from the cupboards. He delivers them to Chiro and his sister, before watching Chiro leap away. He returns to the lounge takes his cup of tea from the beartaur, and sits down on a very battered armchair. He takes a sip, sparks up a cigar, and grins. "Take a load off, my friends. Wi' Jania and Sara here, it'd be a very brave, or very mad, fur who finds and tries tae assault this place. Tha' right, Jania?"<br/><br/>"Aye. Last lot that tried it didnae get past the door. Their leader wa' delicious..."