THE ANTIDOTE
"I think I can help."
The moment Urulas said so, others looked at him.
"Can you? How?" Arthur asked. He still didn't trust him.
Urulas replied, "First, I need to examine her condition."
"Do it," Arthur permitted him.
Urulas and the two other elves examined Veronica's body. Their faces darkened after they were done.
"Witchcraft," one of Urulas' fellows mumbled in a low tone.
"It's poison from the witch," Ovior said. "We already know it. If we only find what plant they used to make it, I could make the antidote."
"You can't. No one can," Urulas stated.
Arthur frowned. "What do you mean?"
Urulas told him, "The witches didn't create the poison from any plant."
Others were stunned. They didn't know what to say.
They clearly saw Veronica being like this because she drank something.
The wine wasn't the issue because Ovior drank the same wine.