Conan was beginning to wonder why it was that he kept running into this exact situation everywhere. Just how many of these devotees were there? And why hadn't they figured out yet that cornering dreamers with their trinkets was not working?

Casting a glance around for a convenient distraction, Conan notices a small cluster of gyroshei a short distance away. He fishes through his pockets to retrieve a coin and whistles loudly to get their attention, then angles the coin to catch the light and tosses it right in the center of the Ban Om devotees.