So, even though Eric's letter painted a miserable picture – claiming his butt was sewn up, then ripped open, then sewn again by five idiot doctors, and that his 'little brother' suffered massive tissue death and could never rise again... it sounded absolutely dreadful.
But Otis wasn't worried in the slightest.
He knew Eric was panicking, but he himself wasn't.
Take away all the dramatic language, and the actual injuries were probably nothing major. Maybe just some small bumps and bruises.
"Another City, is it? It seems I need to pay a visit myself."
Otis's eyes sharpened, then held a hint of disdain. "Years ago, I traveled through Another City. Back then, I happened to save a few people on the brink of death. All of them were leaders of powerful, well-established families and forces. But I've never heard of any Reid family. Must be some nouveau riche family that just sprang up recently, I suppose."
