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Lindow walked through the streets of the bustling town with his old equipment slung over his shoulder. He had undergone a complete wardrobe change, forsaking the burned and tattered robes of his order for a full set of dark leather armor. Reaching down to his belt, the man couldn't stop himself from radiating excitement when his hand fell upon the hilts of the new pair of blades that he bought to pair with the Bandit Cleaver that rested on his back. Though weapons merchant originally seemed a tad skeptical when Lindow had first approached, after seeing how deep the Thunder Chosen's pockets were the two hit off rather well. The man had even been nice enough to point Lindow in the direction of the town's famous pup. "Hair of the Dog..." He repeated the name of the establishment with a snort as he took a left at the brothel as instructed. Lindow could hear the ruckus of a crowd as he approached the building, and it was soon accompanied by the usual assortment of scents and adores when he reached the entrance. This was definitely the right the place. "a little on the nose, but I suppose I see it." For a moment his mind wandered to rest of the group. Lindow would have loved to have seen how the others reacted to the merchants, and couldn't wait to see what kind of foolishness these men will have coaxed Reinaan into buying. A childish smirk creeped up the corner of his mouth as he pictured Keres furiously scribbling in her notes as the young Draken flaunted a new bought batch of "magic" beans. Though the goofy smirk still rested on his face, the Thunder Chosen moved firmly and with purpose as took his first steps into the pub. He had a job to do after all... The merchant hadn't been exaggerating when he said it was the most popular in town. The room was so packed that it was impossible to navigate without bumping into people, and with his extra luggage, Lindow wasn't certainly receiving positive responses by those he pushed past. Nonetheless, he kept trudging towards the main bar, smiling friendly and calmly exuding the aura of someone who was not worth the trouble of stopping. "I'll have whatever's popular." He said finally said after parting a row of people so that he could lean forward and speak to the bartender. "I'd rather it not be anything sweet though..." He added whilst reaching into his pouch to fetch some gold. "That will be three gold for me then, pal." The bartender responded. Glancing down, he reached under the bar and poured a goblet of an amber liquid that seemed sparkle in the dim light. The smell of spices drifted in the air between the two men as Lindow nodded, producing six gold coins and sliding them across the table. Without missing a beat, the bartender caught the gold, years of experience confirming their authenticity on contact as he rested on the bar. "A man with questions, are ya?" Lindow sipped his drink and chatted with the man under the sounds of indulgence that filled the air around them. Though he couldn't get him to provide any proper information in regards to lake, apparently there had been a rise in cases of people venturing out into the grasslands and going missing. That was certainly a lead of some sort, but it still didn't point the group in any direction. Once they were through discussing the strange happenings on the island, Lindow shifted the conversation towards things going on within the city recently. "The lady didn't really talk to many people. She said she was here to 'make sure something didn't happen'. Whatever that meant. " As the Bartender spoke of Hannah, Lindow glanced around to see if anyone around had taken interest in their conversation. Although he continued to behave normally, there was at least on person he could tell was sneaking peeks, a middle aged women with a shawl over to his right. Strangely, as they covered the council member's visit, the bartender mentioned that there was someone going around town saying that they're a Chosen. Originally suspecting that the man meant Damien, Lindow could hardly contain his amusement when the older gentleman stated that the person didn't fit the belligerent swordsmen's description at all. With the women in the shawl still on his radar, Lindow quickly downed the last of his drink. The spiciness of the amber potion caused his entire body shiver, but as he slammed his goblet down he managed to wink at the bartender before sliding him another six gold cold coins. "How would I find this Chosen fellow? I would very much like to see what he's like..." "You'll know him when you see him. Him and that weird shaggy ox thing.” "Thanks." Nodding in appreciation Lindow brought himself up from the bar. As he turned towards the exit, he purposely met the gaze of the women who had been watching him, causing her to quickly look elsewhere. Part of him considered confronting her- or worse. But the prospect of drawing that sort of attention to himself was unfavorable. The best he could do for the time being was be weary, and if she ended up causing problems later down the line, he'd simply deal with it. "Oh, and send that women whatever it was that I was having... it was nice." Motioning towards the women in the shawl with his thumb, Lindow flashed her a sweet smile before making his way through the crowd once more. The drink sat hot in his belly as he took his first steps into the outside world. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh country air, Lindow skulked through the town with a bit more pep than usual as he searched for the man who claimed to be Chosen.

I'm not sure which one that would be, but I do know which one has someone in it that's "Overflowing with Love." "Believe it" by Love Me Tear (Karen Kamishiro & Mirai Asuka)

An unsettling concept for my tastes, as the Zombie Type implies the pieces of the monster become sentient somehow. It's a creative effect and idea, still. Would be more flavorful if the ATK of each Token was equal to the ATK of the destroyed monster divided by the number of the dice roll, rounded up or down. But I understand that it would be more complicated to write. I can see you can preserve or further generate value if you destroy a floaty monster, and the destruction it's even part of the effect to combo with effect-based float effects. Not sure if you can get away with making the Spell a Quick-Play for the bait potential, considering the luck factor of the dice roll can be seen as a hindrance.