"So I help you cripple a god, and in return, yoDu help me break my curse?" Sheila asked, stepping carefully onto a massive tree branch beside Eliot. Below them, a large group of people were visibly arguing, their voices carrying the tension of their predicament.
"Not kill, actually, cripple," Eliot corrected, his eyes fixed on the chaotic scene.
"Cripple?"
"Yes. Cripple." Eliot moved quickly and efficiently, jumping to the next branch. Within moments, he was close enough to discern the subjects of the arguments, though any closer and he risked being spotted. He didn't fear being seen unless it was by someone specifically powerful who desired his death.
"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" Sheila glanced at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and weary cynicism.
"I do. I understand capturing her alive would be far more difficult than simply having them kill her," he responded, his voice low.
