Parker cocks her head to the side, frowning thoughtfully at the imp.

It seems pretty straight-forward, so all of her instincts tell her that it isn't. They're on something of a time limit and he's offering to make this easy -- if they can answer his riddle. Otherwise they might be out a year, a baby, or a soul and still just as lost as they started.

(How, exactly, were these deals enforced? Was there a faerie Leverage, lying in wait to make sure everyone kept their end of the bargain?)

"How come it died?"