“We scratch your back, you scratch ours? Normally I am interested in a different kind of back scratching, but as long as we aren’t here for similar metals, I don't mind helping, seeing as I have no idea what Naturally occurring Mythril looks like.”

With a quick dig into his bag he fished out a slightly cracked lantern and a pickaxe that was shimmering with the light reflection.

“But Dark matter? What is that? Is it like shadows?” Leoric asked as he walked towards the man in front of him with the pickaxe now resting on his shoulders. “Leoric Blackwell, Muscle for Hire at your service.”

“And Young lass, Demon, elf, former slave, don’t go spouting that out right, if you are a former slave then there is someone who is more than likely going to pay a pretty penny to have you back, or to get you as their property to undermine competition.” Leoric looked from the man to the rather beautiful young lady in front of him. “Probably a few people in town that wouldn't bat an eye if they were offered the right price to make you disappear, either from town or for good.”

“You said your name was Lilith, I identified myself, who is this beautiful piece of man meat next to me?”