Chapter 235: Summerlands

Jordan Thomas grimaced as he hobbled out his front door to sit on his porch, the crutch he was forced to use more of a hindrance than a help. His leg screamed at him with every step he took, the wound left by the dark elf, Aradhon, a constant reminder that the world was a very different place now. While being shot by some drug dealer’s passing gunfire had always been a real concern for him living in the Bottoms, he never dreamed that he’d almost be killed by a sword. At least the bugger got his in the end, Jordan sighed as he sat down, his injured leg stretched out before him.