"So, I help you kill a god and in return you help me break my curse?"
"Not kill, actually. Cripple," Eliot corrected as they now stood perched on a huge branch, watching a large group of people below who seemed to be arguing about something.
"Cripple?"
"Yes. Cripple," Eliot confirmed before leaping onto the next branch with quick, efficient movements. With practiced ease, he continued moving through the canopy until he was standing close enough to make out what the group below was doing. This was as close as he dared approach—any nearer and someone would spot him. Though that wouldn't necessarily be an issue unless it was SOMEONE who specifically wanted him dead.
"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" He glanced to the side to find the girl—or woman—Sheila, giving him an odd look.
"I do. I understand that capturing her alive would be far more difficult than simply killing her," he responded.
