<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"To take on the Sashes, there's got to be a lot of gold in there. A lot of gold."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Bazso's grin widens once again, eyes almost twinkling.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But... well... one does not just walk in the front door of the headquarters of the Red Sashes and take their money. This kind of operation. It will take careful planning. And time - a goodly deal of it in fact. But I think if you can respect the fact that we aren't miracle workers, then maybe... given the time... and might I add necessary resources for this kind of operation, something could be arranged..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He snorts, gives a bit of a laugh.<br/><br/>"Which's why," he says slowly, savoring every word, "I'm askin' you pretty kittens to 'andle such a difficult an' delicate operation!  Yer supposed ta be among the best, is what I 'ear from them what knows a fing or two."  He sets the tumbler down, spreads his hands in a strangely humble gesture.  "Far be it from an 'onest bloke such as meself ta tell 'ighly skilled specialists in the ancient an' respected art of discrete redistribution their own business!"<br/><br/>Was that sarcasm?  Hard to tell.<br/><br/>"Ye've got a fortnight ta do what needs done.  I reckon that's more'n fair.  Now, what're such lovely creatures doin' around 'ere on such a lovely day?  Go find summat else ta do."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clock Started!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bazso's Patience 0/4</div></div><br/><br/><br/>