[4] Group 3 - Market

[Burter]

20. Olibu
22. Vegeta
23. Reijin
25. Uub

"Well, this is just lovely," Vegeta noted as he stepped over the corpse of Metal Koola, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He scanned behind the cart, seeing nothing unusual but the changling's scattered blood.

"Looks like he was torn apart at the neck," Olibu noted. "Bitten?"

"Yes, bitten. And he was quite tasty, too." The four fighters turned around all of a sudden. They were face to face with a small nerdy looking human, covered in more of the changling's blood.

"My name is Dexter. I'm a werewolf."

"Oh, this just gets better and better," Reijin's sarcasm hit the air almost as hard as the saiyan prince's had.

"Don't worry," the nerd told them. "I've had my fill. I'm not hungry."

"We were sent to this stand," Uub butted in, taking over. "Are you the one we were supposed to run into?"

"I imagine so," Dexter sat against the cart behind him. "That idiot Brim didn't believe me when I told him the werewolf potion would lead to disaster. Now he uses me as a some kind of attack dog."

"This is getting old, doggy," Vegeta chimed in.

"Okay," the nerd held his hands up in his defense. "I'll help you, but I want something out of it. I want Brim."

"Help us first, then we'll talk," The saiyan prince spoke back.

"Go to the Kala Mountains. There are some survivors there. They'll help you. Come back when you got your clue so you can help me get Brim."

The four watched the nerd walk off. He hadn't given them a clue at all, just telling them to go to another clue. It was up to them what to do...stay, or go somewhere else and come back later.