It did not take long for them to find another one of them.

Nabe was surprised to find a vampire elf in this world. He seemed to be immune to the sunlight and was accepted in the party. But what surprised her the most was the fact that a vampire like him, were affected by the tadpoles. Was it really possible to change somebody's racial weaknesses by putting a tadpole in their head? She asked to herself.

If such a thing was possible, then she would definitely send this elf to Lord Demiurge's farm. He would be elated to experiment over this trash.

Currently, the vampire named Astarion was just annoying her.

"Oh my, what an exotic beauty you are.~ Are you by any chance a noble? A princess? Tell me, Miss Nabe.~" The vampire was jumping around her like an annoying mosquito buzzing over a new type of meat.

She could see his curiosity and lust at the same time. He was vocally salivating over her. It made him even more repulsive than a human. If she had gotten another chance, she would have squashed him like that braineater. Something she enjoyed a lot.

"Astarion, don't annoy her. She is already worried about her family. Giver her some space." Shadowheart scolded him. And in Nabe's mind, she scored a like with that.

"Alright. But if she ever feel lonely, I will be there to comfort her." Astarion said with a wink.

And deep down, Nabe was boiling with rage. She would make sure that the vampire would get the worst treatment ever in Nazarick, if she found her way.

While walking around the beach, they came across a large stone, glowing with magical runes in a circular motion. It was like a portal. For a moment, she expected it be the Gate spell, but it wasn't.

"Hello, is there anyone? Can anyone give me a hand? I am stuck here." The dangling hand of man, crying for help, came out of the portal. The group was taken aback by it, but decided to give the guy "a hand".

Dergel, the physically strongest of the group, grabbed the hand and pulled a man out of the magical vortex. It turned out to be a human.

The purple-clad man sweeped his dress and turned around to stare at the party. His brown hair swayed, and a gentle smile crept on his face. Nabe wondered if that was how he introduced himself.

"Thank you for your generosity, young man. My name is Gale Dekarios, a Wizard from the Waterdeep."

Waterdeep. The name sounded familiar to Nabe. She just could tell where she heard it.

"I was stuck there for a very long time. Without your help—" his eyes sweeped through each of them until he stuck at Nabe. "Oh."

Nabe blinked. She suddenly felt the need to take out her Keraunos Mk3 and kill this guy. Though the man in question was not doing anything malicious to her, nor was glaring at her. And yet, she wanted to stay far away from him.

Gale coughed, "Ahem, thank you for your quick rescue. I will remember it. Is anyone here a cleric, doctor or surgeon? Or, knows the way to one? I am not planning to turn into a mindflayer anytime soon." His voice of gratitude suddenly took a demanding tone.

They wondered if that was how he spoke to others.

Tavain stepped forward to answer, "No, we don't have one. Shadowheart is the only cleric we have, but she lacks the necessary spell to pull it off."

Shadowheart affirmed and invited him, "We don't have any means to take it our now. You can join us on our way to Baldur's Gate. There may be someone who can take out the tadpole."

They planned to reach Baldur's Gate, as it was the only place which most here were familiar with. Nabe herself remembered the name of the city when she first arrived here. She could not use the spell called [Gate] to go back to her home.

Though she used the brain dog to collect information from others. By eating others' memories of course. And so far, Nabe had gotten some skills, or feats in her arsenal.

Feats. A type of ability common in this land, which provided extra support for others. They were like Talents, but not innate. Such powers just came out from doing an act.

She recalled that the few adventurers she met on her way, carried some useful Feats. So, she did what her master would do.

She took them away through her pet. While she wanted to do the same with these bunch of people, there was some sort of force which stopped the brain dog to actually drain them. A mysterious force, similar to psychic energy, was protecting them from the Intellect Devourers.

All she knew that the source of this energy was somewhere in this world. All she needed was the coordinates of this source, and some preparation to attack that place. The question was : where should she start?

And so, her new party decided to go to the Baldur's Gate. Once the worms were out of the picture, she would have her way with them. The corpses would be the perfect souvenir for her master.

Till then, she needed to follow this merryband of bugs.