491 Thin Pieces of Time

The coin on the table seemed to be made of silver. One side had a silhouette while the other side was a rose. The edges were very finely made. It was clear that Skinorse had specially cleaned it; it looked as good as new.

Link studied it. He still felt that it was a regular coin. He felt for it and vaguely sensed a strange aura. It was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd felt it before.

He was too lazy to think more. "What's it for?" he asked straightforwardly.

"Hehe." Skinorse was proud to stump Link. He took the coin and asked, "Do you think it'll be heads or tails if I toss it?"

How could one guess something that was based on chance?

Link guessed randomly. "Heads."

"Haha, wrong." Skinorse tossed the coin. He didn't try any tricks. Under Link's scrutiny, he couldn't do any tricks even if he wanted to.

Clack. The coin landed on the table. It spun and then showed tails.

"It's luck, right?" Link laughed.