it was 1847 in the middle of the Mexican-American war, you sit in the metropolitan cathedral of Mexico City, on the pew next to you sits a sandwing in a US uniform. He see you looking at him and he moves next to you "Howdy, as the Americans say" He said with a smile, you know what's going on in the war and you back away from him in fear "Woah there I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, my name is Six-claws" he offers you his talon, providing he indeed has six claws "See? I'm friendly"