The shaman begins poking about in his pile of junk.
"A medicine shield and a coup stick, you say..." he pulls out what looks like a glass globe filled with water and little white flecks that flow like snow, shrugs, and rolls it away. He pulls out a golden ring with some odd curly writing along it's length.
"Huh. So that's where that got to. Hello there, my precious." he says, then tosses it over his shoulder. It clinks and rolls away. He pulls out a colorful scarf, which is attached to another colorful scarf, and another, and another, and...he spends a good fifteen seconds pulling out this long line of scarves before the line suddenly halt. The shaman sighs.
"Stuck. Of course." he yanks on the scarf until out pops a medicine shield. He untied the end of the scarf rope from the medicine shield and sets it aside, then returns to searching.
"Hmmm." he says, pulling out a war club, the end whittled into a horse's head.
"I think this is the best I have. You'll have to make do."
He picks up the medicine shield and heads over to Gazes At Stars. He holds the implements out.
"Here you are!"