Nathanael's POV:
"What of the mass black out among the guests? Has anything concrete been concluded yet?" Sir Ulfred steps in to put the discussion onto different tracks.
Seeing the expression on mother's face, I decide to answer the question for her, hoping they won't find an issue with that, "Our investigations have led us to believe that harpy's claws was introduced in the beverages on the night of the ceremony,"
At the end of my statement, one could hear a pin drop in the room. Their seven heads snap in my direction in what I assume to be utter shock.
Understandably so, might I add. Harpy's claws is nothing more than an appellation, a code chosen by my people to designate a potent neurotoxin that can affect even the most powerful of supernatural creatures, resulting in a complete and an instant temporary loss of muscle function when ingested.
