1 Introduction

The resounding boom of a young man could be heard inside the quiet 3 story house who's been raising his voice at his video games for the hundredth time that morning alone. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs unaware of this the young man continued to scream all sorts of profane and angered words at the pixlated challenges that laid before him the death of his avatar driving him to near insanity after attempting this same challenge for the better half of the freezing morning. Looking out his window at the ground below, the fall of the snow in late hours of the night beforehand halting the progress of his car after only a few feet the weather excusing him in the absence from his occupation at the bank lead to the game session that was now taking place, irregular and unfamiliar footsteps could now be heard "who the hell is in my House?" Galdur thought

Wait, remember your training lights off you know your house and room better than others, *click where is my sword? Damn that's right i stored it in the attic last fall, the old warrior style sword my father had made for me weighing what felt like 100 pounds dad called it Gramr or something like that.

*Knock *Knock *Knock

A soft and wild voice began to speak "Galdur are you alright?" Oh that's right Grandpa is here "yeah grandpa rex I'm alright just getting agitated"

Without missing a beat Grandpa in his ancient Windom type of voice said "Well anger is fun, yet always clouds your judgment; anyway can you help me grab Drake he's in the ceiling?"

" I think he might have gone into the attic this time i don't know how he got in there, i thought me and your Dad sealed it last summer when i was over"

"Oh he's In the attic this time, you know you should get his head checked what kind of cat hangs upside down anyway?"

"Oh come now Galdur he's just a bit special can't help it, it's in his nature, now let's see where's that pesky ladder run off to to?"