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"I don't sell my things for anything less than-" Imogen began.

"It's for our protection!" Anessa Ieness interrupted.

"I am not a charity," Imogen responded.

She was in her home, surrounded by the homely comforts of living among trees and stones, and the woman before her was an intruder who dared seek her out without desiring to pay her for her services. This woman was little more than a stranger to Imogen: she had no dealings with her formally, and really likely could not point Anessa out in a crowd. It perplexed, and aggravated, Imogen to know that complete strangers were able to find her.

She at least had the woman's name, as that was important for her work, and she had readily offered up the name she took as well. Anessa Ieness was a former working woman, and she tried to dress in finery as if she still was. There were the distinct signs that she was an abused woman, though; her face was patterned as if struck, and she touched her scalp with extreme delicacy unfit for one with hair as pretty as hers. It spoke the story of a desperate woman, and though desperate women would make good customers, Imogen would refuse this one her business.

They were at an impasse, the two of them. The woman wanted magic to wreck the home of her enemy, some tax collector who had stomped in on her life and promised her in exchange for a favour, and Imogen... she would not sell her particular brand of 'magic' to anyone for nothing at all, and so she refused this woman her services until gold was brought forth, of which apparently there was none.

"I have nothing to pay-" The woman said, but Imogen lifted a hand to get silence to interrupt her, and she simply continued on over Imogen's gesture as if the pale lady had simply only insisted on more, "but I can promise you a share of our business when it is opened!"

Imogen seethed with fury. Her eyes, gleaming silver as she met Anessa's simple, quiet moments, were poisonous with wrath. She did not care for these half-assed bargains, or the promises that would more likely than not turn to garbage when it came time for her to collect. No, Imogen had a home. She had taxes of her own to pay. She needed to feed herself and the stringy girl she let call her mother. Promises did not feed the hungry.

When she said as much, the woman's face pinched.

"I can't give you money," she said again, and her voice was lower, darker, edgier. She sounded like she was threatening Imogen, but Imogen was only bemused at the attempt when she considered it. Whomever Anessa was trying to fool, it wasn't Imogen.

"I can't help you," Imogen responded.
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She was going to escort Anessa out, then. She would have even taken her by her pretty hair and drag her out if she had to, because if nothing else would get the message across, then it would be that. Maybe, if Anessa put up a fight, Imogen would be able to catch a knight walking along on patrol and get him in on it. Ateka would be home soon, and Imogen did not want the child to be a part of what could amount to a fight. No, the girl had a habit of compounding an issue until it became difficult to finish.

Imogen was standing up when Anessa suddenly reached out a clawed hand and grabbed at her. This startled Imogen and only served to heighten her dislike of this woman. She opened her mouth to expel the wrath boiling inside her-

"I don't have money but... but I can trade you," Anessa said.

Imogen deflated warily and jerked her arm back, because she greatly disliked being touched without leave and it would be no good to have a battered woman knowing that Imogen felt different. She was interested, only slightly, in the prospect of a trade. Anessa, who had tried insistence and then threats, had turned to desperation to get her magic bag, and now that she realised she had something of a captive audience, she latched onto desperation as if it would save her.

"I'll give you... I'll give you secrets. Knowledge," she said, her voice quivering. Imogen's brow furrowed. When Anessa had said 'trade', she had understandably thought that it entailed an actual exchange of goods, not the words of a raving woman with a bruised face and a dangerous grudge against some tax collector. The fact that Anessa seemed reanimated, her eyes alight in excitement and something that Imogen found uncomfortable, only made the situation more bizarre.

"You should leave," Imogen said in a hushed whisper.

"Peake Andaris," Anessa said, cued to interrupt again. Imogen couldn't even muster indignation. The name, Andaris, was an important one. Peake, on the other hand, was slightly less impressive. Wasn't he the firstborn?

"Peake Andaris did this." Anessa gestured at her face, at the bruising there. Imogen was even more perplexed, if it were possible.

"I'm not a doctor," she said, the lie as easy as sleep. "Tell it to someone who is."
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"I don't want a doctor," Anessa snarled.

Imogen was going to get some kind of mood whiplash.

"I want you to give me something that will destroy him," the obviously mad woman said.

"It's clear that I need you escorted back to Andaris proper," Imogen said. She had deflated, but the anger was building up in her gut again. It tasted like bile. Maybe she should vomit on this woman-

Something occurred to her then. Something quiet and derisive and a little less than neighbourly.

"Tell me the secrets," Imogen said, her voice soft now. Anessa must have found this incredibly reasonable. She leaned forward eagerly as Imogen slowly returned to her seat, stiff-backed and unsure, but willing to hear Anessa out if it meant she could try something new.

"Peake Andaris beat me-" Anessa started.

"Yes, that much is obvious," Imogen had the pleasure of interrupting this time, but it didn't matter because Anessa was too caught up to even be annoyed.

"He extorted me, you know," Anessa continued.

Imogen had to doubt that. She thought that, if one were to be extorted, they ought to have something worth extorting. On top of that, she considered Anessa as someone who must not know what the word even meant.

"He said he would let us go without paying taxes if I paid him favours," Anessa finished, ending what must have been quite the confession, because she ended up with her face in her hands while her shoulders shook.

That did sound like extortion, and it seemed a little more than illegal.

"You fucked a man who said he'd let you evade the law," Imogen said, getting to the root of what Anessa was trying hard to say to her. If her voice was a little hollow, it was definitely not because she was dead inside and only waiting for Anessa to finish with her tale of secrets so that Imogen could get to the finer detail of exactly what she should do to "wreck" this man's life.

Really, a tax collector already had no life. Wasn't that already obvious?

"No," Anessa said, but Imogen was very sure... In this world, what else could a woman hope to offer a man, and what else could a man want from a woman?

"I'm sure that you baked him cookies," Imogen said unkindly. Anessa looked up at her, eyes red and puffy and very unattractive. She must have missed the intent behind the remark.

There was a very awkward bit of time between the two of them, where Imogen waited for a retort and Anessa waited for something else entirely. It ended when Anessa sighed.

"He came to my house, him and his goons," she said. "They destroyed it! Threw about my furniture like it was trash, broke my things, KILLED MY DOG!"

Imogen had to admit that killing a person's dog was generally a very bad thing to do.

"He stole our money!" Anessa tacked that little bit on, probably to sway Imogen to her side as one money-starved rat to another. Imogen had already made her deal, though. She didn't care about the money, but she had to pretend that she did.
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Ateka had come home and been shooed away during the time that Anessa held Imogen captive with the riveting tale of the villainous tax collector (how original) came into her home and destroyed her life. Imogen was very bored by the time Anessa left, as Anessa had long since overstayed her welcome.

It was only after a lot of insisting, and promising, that Anessa was finally content enough to leave, and even then she only left when she had a date finalised that Imogen would be ready for her return and they could proceed in their deal.

When Ateka came inside, after Anessa left, she looked to her mother for something that Imogen thought should have been reassurance, but Imogen was tired and done socialising. She sent the child to bed and outed the light in the small house so she too could sleep.

The people in Uleuda would likely find the story funny.
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Basic Knowledge
Anessa Ieness: Desperate
Anessa Ieness: Has a grudge against Peake Andaris
Peake Andaris: Tax Collector

Specialised Knowledge
Peake Andaris: Extorted Anessa
Peake Andaris: Beat Anessa, destroyed her home and killed her dog

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