He'd learned that, historically, many tribes had used drugs to sensitize them to the voices of the spirits. So he’d given that a shot. Energizers, speeders, ataractics, hypnotics . . . over the past year he’d tried most of the major types of drugs. They’d bent his brain the way they were supposed to—sometimes leaving him drenched with sweat, cramped and gasping on the floor of his doss—but they hadn’t opened his soul to the totems. After a particularly bad trip in which the rest of the gang had to physically restrain him from jumping into Elliot Bay , Falcon had decided that drugs were not the path for him.