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Chop, DICE, Mince! [Normal Spell] Destroy 1 monster you control then roll a six-sided die, Special Summon a number of "Mince Meat Tokens" (Zombie/ DARK / Level 1 / ATK ?/ DEF 0) (When Summoned, their ATK become equal to half the original ATK of the destroyed monster.) , equal to the result, anywhere on the field. These Tokens cannot be used as Link Material for a Link Summon. You can only activate 1 "Chop, DICE, Mince!" per turn. Concept

The beaver was unfazed by the angry wyvern, hissing straight at the lizard's face while tensing, as if preparing to attack. When the creature turned away though, the beaver also did, its body shaking slightly. It didn't seem to calm down much after that, though Gunther's words helped somewhat. Then, as Alois asked it where it was that morning, the animal let out a stream of angry chitters, sitting on its haunches so it could gesticulate wildly with its front paws. However, what exactly it was trying to convey, was unknown. As the group talked, the other animals on the edge of the square began to cautiously approach, though they gave the group a wide berth. Many began to nose at the stalls. A fox crept up to the meat kabob stall with pricked ears, but instead of eating the meat as expected, grabbed the spits and carefully deposited them in a wooden box. Another, a small green frog, hopped up to a cabbage stall and began to lovingly stroke the leafy vegetables. Meanwhile, a large brown hare approached the group cautiously, looking equal-parts afraid and determined. -- Meanwhile, Catriona found herself completely dumbfounded, a state she had been in more often than not lately, to her frustration. The chimney? Shaking her head, the woman approached Link, sharp eyes noting right away the way his left arm hung at an awkward angle, turning backward instead of forward. "You need to get that looked at," she said quietly, casting her gaze around till she zeroed in on a few small, thin bones on the ground. Picking them up with only a slight wrinkling of the nose, the woman reached forward to grab at his arm, accidentally jerking it in the process. "Apologies," she muttered, face flushed slightly. It had been a while since she had made such a mistake. Years, in fact. However, it had also been at least a year since she had last had to apply any first-aid to a comrade. While she had been relegated to the medicinal tents for much of her career in the Garou, her defeat of a Pontic general had moved her to the front lines. And now, with a healer on hand, there was little use for her skills. "Hold still," the woman said, aligning the bones on either side of the arm and tying them in place with a couple cloth bandages she procured from the supply bag. Wrapping the lot of it in a sling, she stepped back to inspect her work with a critical eye. "It will do," she said, ignoring the way her hands itched to tighten the knots and adjust the position. She could not take the time to make this perfect like she did most things, not with a stranger in the room. Already, it was remiss of her to focus on Link rather than the naked boy sleeping on the floor, but instinct had taken over. "We should leave, and tell the others of our findings." While they could continue the report, the possibility that the boy was faking was something she could not ignore. The talk would have to wait. Opening the door, the princess blinked in surprise at the sight of Shiro, arms folded and staring straight at her. "Shiro," she greeted. "Is there something the matter?" she tilted her head toward the square, where she could make out the figures of the group, as well as several animals entering the area. -- "I apologize. We've been through plenty of rather unusual events lately. I can only imagine some of us are....rattled." Dariella smiled, but did not reply. There was no time to, anyway, as they had reached the end of the cave very shortly. She stood to the side, lantern lifted slightly so that the group could see. Licorice blew a long breath out of her nose once everybody had finished speaking. "Outside would have been better for you," she said. "I will be fine, and I'm sure the chieftain would not miss me that much," her tone was wry. She turned her head to Ciela. "I doubt you could heal this. There is dark magic in the brew. Normally it would not be this potent but my..." she paused, "...special nature, worsens the effects." She shook her head. "It is not your fault. You did not throw the potion at me, nor feed it to me. I was the one who was careless." She looked at Tsetseg then. "There is nothing to do but wait out the effects." "Which you all being present are not helping," Dariella spoke in a singsong tone. "Dariella...please..." The blond huffed. "Oh, very well. I admit I'm not in the best of moods, anyway." She patted her arm, which had stopped bleeding, absentmindedly. "I am sorry for that," Licorice bowed her head. "No, no, worry not," the woman waved a hand airily. "I should've been more careful. Looks aren't everything, after all." Her eyes lingered on Ciela, more specifically, her hair, "Well, I can tell when I'm not wanted. I'll wait outside with the horsie." And with that, she left, leaving the lantern behind. "Sorry..." Licorice broke the silence that followed. "I did not mean to make you all worry about me." She shifted slightly, appearing a little uncomfortable. "While I do not condone you all following me like that...that was...very kind." Her ears flattened slightly as she lowered her head.