WELCOME TO DELRYRIA

WULFRIC glanced at Aster and asked tentatively, "Your mother, would she really... poison me?"

Astrid glanced at Wulfric and noticed his intensely serious expression. Quiet amusement welled up inside him. Though his words had been in jest, the fact that Wulfric took them so earnestly was both amusing and strangely endearing. It made Astrid want to tease him even more.

So, keeping his expression serious, Astrid pretended to thoughtfully consider Wulfric's question. "We have this honorary uncle who's quite skilled at making poisons. We've got a whole stash of his homemade concoctions at home. In fact, the drug we used to knock you out when we first met was one of his creations. If my mom ever decided you weren't good enough for me, she could easily use one of those poisons on you."