"i need you to flip that coin in the air, catch it and slap it down on the earth beneath your feet" the large bear said nodding to the white coin in the burgundy dragon's claw. 'OK bear, wings, continue on your quest, claws, possibly consider stick with these guys for a bit' the large bear thought to her self. she rubbed her head with a steel clawed pay, the steel claws scratching slightly on her special helmet, it restricted access to her mind when she wore it, no mind reader's could se or hear her thoughts. it was a relic from the leader of her tribe to her. the old forged damascus steel helmet matched the rest of her hand made armor.