Favors.

Still unsure of where to acquire 50 people, pressed for time, and frequently wavering between annoyance and bemusement, Volkmer drove that night to The Great Plains Bar & Grill to have a drink.

 He considered possibly conceiving of a plan that would involving recruiting 50 students from the high school, though he admitted to himself from the start that he likely would not be able to concoct such a plan.

Then suddenly, in a moment of serendipity so implausible that it could only have actually happened, Kato climbed up onto the barstool next to him, drunk and completely naked. “Have you seen my tattoo?”

 Volkmer turned slowly to the naked Albanian dwarf and asked for a favor. 5o of them.
“No favors,” Kato replied, “just money.”

The next morning, despite the increasingly thickening whiteouts of snow, Volkmer was at the bank one town over when it opened.  

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