It was a day, Leoric had been sent on a mission to acquire some Mythril to upgrade his own equipment, a medium sized crate of Mythril ore, should have been easy enough to purchase right? Wrong!

Every god damn Merchant was out of it, or unable to acquire it from their contacts. But one kind man took pity and said that if Leoric could go get the raw ore himself, he would refine it to bars at cost of material and time needed. The Brawler sighed and took the offer and paid for some mining tools and equipment before heading off.

The Directions he was given were correct, they led to the proper mountain range, but he was at the ‘base’ of the mountains, he needed to be much higher, he didn’t have wings, or anything fancy. But he did have his muscles and his wind magic.

After what felt like forever he had made it an impressive distance up the mountain. When he heard a voice echo out of a cavern before being consumed quickly by the wind. His hand reached up and grabbed hold of the ledge as he pulled himself up, throwing his satchel of goods before him and rolling over onto his back.

“Don’t tell me, Mythril? Were you sent this way for that infernal ore as well?” Leoric said as he quickly brushed the dirt and debris from his leather vest and then quickly tied his hair back into a Man bun.