?: I have a bad feeling about this grandpa

As we were searching in the dark and mysterious caves of laria.

Grandpa: ehhhhh stop being paranoid, il be there for ya if you're in trouble.

Oh before I forget my name's Ethan foggart, I'm fifteen years old. I lives in the caves of Silverwood it's near sprite Hill but I'm not allowed there.

Before me and grandpa left to find the caves of timber ridge. I was at home with me mum and dad and my Rock eater George did you know rock eaters can eat a huge boulder twice there size!

Anyways my grandfather called my mum and told her he wanted to take me on a trip to a nearby cave, mum hated that idea but a little convincing can go a long way. She told me I could go along with him only if I promised to stay out of trouble.

The next day he came carrying the weirdest of things a camera, accordion, tape and lastly a humongous hammer.

My grandfather is a muscular man with a beard on his face (where else would it be 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜) he has the kind of personally of a dwarf quite frankly. He picked up my tiny bag and started walking out of the caves I call home. I waved to my mum and ran to catch up to him.

(To be continued)