Dragox looked up when he head the thud and saw Zen standing on the other side of the bars.  He sighed a little at the question and got up.  He walked over to the coin and picked it up.  "I don't know.  I am not physically strong and I can’t use magic if that is what you are asking.  However, I have noticed a change in something, a change in my luck.  It doesn’t feel like I can control it directly but it feels like I can influence it some.  I noticed it when I first got here.  I would say about seven guards have been killed and at least another thirty injured since I got here a few hours ago.  I didn’t do anything to them.  I didn’t lay a finger on them.  They all got hurt through some series of inexplicable coincidences.  Another thing, it is only the guards.  I first got here with a group of about five other prisoners.  One of the guards had a grenade and it went off.  All of the nearby guards got hit by the shrapnel but none of the prisoners were touched.  The prisoners and guards were standing next to one another.  The odds of it are so rare that you can’t even calculate them.  I am not saying that we are going to be able to go through this place untouched, but one in a million might start to seem like one in ten.”