Dragon Age: Inquisition: The Pranks of Red Jenny (Patreon)

The woman sneaked into the room.  

She was almost perfectly invisible to the naked eye thanks to the fine concoction of powders people like her used. When she was visible, she wore a loose small red dress that she wore more like a shirt due to its length and yellow and black plaid tights, which helped with her mobility. That was her gear for when she and her allies weren’t running through dangerous territory to close rifts. 

She brushed some of her blonde hair back from her eyes, not that the short blonde hairs did much to cover her eyes. It was more a force of habit. She found the furthest corner of the room and hunkered down waiting.  

Sera waited for her comrade to enter. The elf rogue had an itching for some pranks, and she knew exactly where to go. 

While there were a lot of people in Skyhold, the headquarters of the Inquisition, and a lot of them were fun to prank, Sera had one person in particular who was the best of all the others. That would be Cassandra Pentaghast. She was a Seeker, not that Sera knew what that meant. Besides she was a better Templar. Not that Sera knew much about them either, besides they hated magic. 

The door to Cassandra’s room opened and walked the Seeker herself. She marched into her quarters head on a swivel for danger. While Sera’s hair was short, Cassandra’s was shorter closer to what was commonly called a man’s style but more to due to making it easier to put a helmet on without long hairs getting caught. Unlike the rest of her companions, even in Skyhold Cassandra wore some armor. A heavy woolen tunic with the symbol of the Inquisition on the front, heavy breeches, combat boots and even bracers. She tossed her sword down on her nightstand and took a deep breath.  

The invisible elf watched as her fellow Inquisition member undressed. First came the boots, then the bracers, finally she took off her heavy woolen tunic leaving herself in just trousers and a small black binding top commonly referred to as a bralette. Next came the part that Sera had come here for. Cassandra’s hands moved to her trousers unbuttoning them and slowly peeling them down. 

I knew it; Sera thought to herself as she watched as Cassandra removed her pants. The short haired seeker was left standing in just her black bralette and a pair of briefs, as the tailors had begun to call them, that were the color of a robin’s egg.  

Sera often played a guessing game with Cassandra about what color her underpants were. Not that Cassandra ever answered or when she did it was something amusing like “I don’t wear underpants” referring to Sera’s dumbing down of small clothes and undergarments.  

Sera stifled a giggle, and she had thought she was silent, but Cassandra quickly pulled up her pants. Her eyes shifted around the room as the elf didn’t make a sound. The Seeker’s eyes moved over Sera without seeing, but her guard was up.  

While Sera had come here to find something to tease Cassandra about a new idea popped into her head. A much funnier one. 

As the Seeker’s eyes moved away from the elf, Sera decided to make her move. 

Sera moved swiftly. She crossed the room silently as the Seeker’s back was to her. Even if Cassandra had heard her, Sera moved to fast to turn and fend off. The elf’s eyes were on a thin line of light blue at the back of the Seeker’s pants.  

The invisible rogue reached out, grabbed, and yanked. 

Cassandra arched her back and let out a shout of shock as the light blue fabric slipped between her cheeks, as blue fabric was forced up her back. Sera didn’t hide her giggles any longer, but she was sure Cassandra wasn’t paying attention to her laughter as she was too busy feeling her undergarments invade her rear. 

Sera pulled higher forcing the leg holes of the light blue briefs out of Cassandra’s trousers. The Seeker, the shock wearing off, began to spin to grab her invisible attacker. The rogue’s danger sense kicked off, and she knew the playful prank time was over. She released the waistband of the blue undergarments, letting Cassandra stumble forward.  

Before Cassandra could regain her balance, Sera had already stealthily sprinted out of the room. Cassandra shouted at the invisible attacker, not being able to prove but knowing exactly who it was.  

Sera made it all the way back to her room before she broke her invisibility. She didn’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing her leaving Cassandra’s room. Plausible deniability and all that.  

Sera chuckled to herself at her prank on Cassandra. It was hilarious and it got her in the pranking mood. She looked out the window and ideas came flooding. She smiled; she had work to do.  

Leliana, Morrigan and Vivienne had been her first stops. The first two had been so difficult that Sera had almost given up. The Spymaster and liaison to the Orleasian court seemed to always know when Sera was around, making it impossible to be pranked like she had with Cassandra.  

She had to go with a different tactic. When Morrigan and Leliana had left their rooms, Sera had snuck in and stolen their undergarments. Not all their pairs, like she planned to do to Viviane but just a pair each to hang from the tallest point in the castle, which was the roof of the tower that housed the library. She hung Leliana’s white pair of briefs with a yellow Chantry star on the behind first, as Sera felt holy undergarments should go first. Next, came Morigan’s black lace thong. Sera had wanted to ask the witch of the wilds how she could wear something so uncomfortable, especially after having a child, but that wasn’t for her to figure out.  

Sera hung them from a place of prominence, making sure anyone who looked up would see the knickers flapping in the wind.  

As Sera climbed down, taking the scenic route, she ended up crawling through the window of Josephine’s office. The dark-skinned woman was the queen of political knowledge in the Inquisition. She was a bit too prim and proper for the elf’s taste. 

The door swung open just as Sera made herself disappear again.  

“The diplomats will be here any moment.” Josephine said to a scribe who had been following her. Sera rolled her eyes unseen. Josphine has been getting her skirts in a ruffle about diplomatic relations. Skirts that were similar to what she was wearing now. A golden blouse covered with a purple vest that matched her royal purple skirt. Her outfit looked like it cost more than all the clothes Sera had ever worn.   

She crouched by Josephine’s desk as the diplomat ordered things for the scribe to do for her. Sera saw a golden opportunity to prank the uptight political advisor as her chair was undefended. The elf quickly pulled some sticky substance that the Inquisitor used in the undercroft when creating weapons and armor.  

Sera began wiping the sticky substance on the seat of Josephine’s chair. The goopy invisible mixture was easily slathered onto the seat with the small applicator she had procured from the undercroft. The sticky substance went on easily and silently as Josephine finished her dictations. 

Sera moved out of the way as the political advisor came and sat on her chair, none the wiser. The elf decided it would be better to wait a while to see the fun instead of running the risk of missing it. She didn’t have to wait long as one of Josephine’s assistants knocked and entered. 

“Madam, the diplomats from Ferelden are here.” The assistant announced, getting a handwave of acknowledgement from her lady. 

The dark-skinned diplomat moved her chair back to stand but found herself unable to.  

“What?” Josephine asked herself as Sera tried to stop herself from giggling. The heavy chair didn’t even move as the confused woman tried to get up again. The heavy oak was too much for her to move much, let alone drag with her. 

“I don’t have time for this.” She said, thinking that she simply just had to force herself up and all would work out. Josephine stood up again with more force this time, and Sera’s plan worked better than she could have ever imagined.  

Josephine's skirts ripped away. The fabrics were rich, but they weren’t strong, and once the rip started, the skirts shredded from the force she had used. The diplomat stumbled forward, the horror on her face as she realized her dark legs were bare and revealing her pink undergarments. They were the new style of boyshorts tailors in Val Royeaux had been working on.  

“She’s right in here.” The assistant's voice said as the door to Josephine’s office opened. Sera blurted out a laugh. The diplomat’s head snapped to where the laugh had come from, but the elf was already off as the Ferelden diplomats entered to see the liaison to the Inquisition bare legged.  

The elf was gone before Josephine could even begin to explain the situation.  

Sera decided it was late enough that she should maintain a low profile. There was always more time for pranks in the morning.  

The following morning, Cassandra entered the tavern for breakfast. The Seeker was back in her armor and had spent the early morning hours practicing with her blade. The annoyances of the afternoon were gone, though she was more cautious than normal.  

She had gathered her breakfast and walked over to one of the tables to take a seat. She had to avoid a few unconscious members of Iron Bull’s Chargers. The bowl went onto the table, and the short haired Seeker pulled her chair out to sit, which is when her invisible assailant struck.  

Cassandra went to sit down, but the chair flew out just as her rear was about to touch down. The Seeker fell, landing hard on her athletic rear. The chair had been pulled just far enough away that maybe Cassandra knocked it out of the way. She looked around and no one seemed to notice as the tavern keeper was busy making sure the morning oatmeal was warm, the bard was still setting up her stage, and the Chargers were still passed out.  

The Seeker groaned but began to rise. All she wanted to do was enjoy her breakfast. As she slowly made her way to a standing position, her bowl seemingly on its own, left the table and was carried by an invisible force. 

As Cassandra got to her feet, an invisible hand pulled back her breeches and poured the bowl of oatmeal down them. The Seeker’s eyes widened in shock and discomfort as the substance slid down her backside.  

“Ahhh.” Cassandra said through her teeth as the hot, slimy substance slid down her rear and legs. This time the bard let out a soft chuckle seeing what was happening. The short haired woman glared at the bard, but her vision was obscured as the bowl that had contained her breakfast was placed on her head.  

Cassandra whipped the bowl off her head and spun to where an invisible assailant would be. She reached out, but there was no resistance, just empty air. A moment of silence passed as the Seeker’s eyes darted for the next attack. 

It didn’t come from the front as Cassandra felt the all too familiar feeling of her undergarments, beige brief cut, being given a quick tug forcing them from sitting in their normal position to sliding between her cheeks sending oatmeal into places where food shouldn’t be. The fabric snapped back against her back as she turned and lunged, trying to grab her attacker. 

Sera, still invisible, was out the door before Cassandra could turn around or pull out her undergarments from that uncomfortable situation.  

The elf had been up early as she had decided Viviane was her next target. She had broken into the mage’s quarters and stolen all of her undergarments, every pair but the pair the dark-skinned magic user had been wearing. Not that Sera didn’t consider taking those too.  

Now the mage’s few dozen pairs of lace undergarments, in the boyshort style, hung from high points all over the courtyard. What impressed Sera the most was the different colors; she had expected the mage to wear only white but there were purples, reds, blues and even an orange.  

She had planned a full day of pranks, but the Inquisitor had called upon her. That left Sera with just enough time to hang all of the dark-skinned mage’s knickers and a quick embarrassment for Cassandra.  

As Sera went off to grab her supplies and meet with the Inquisitor, she remembered there was always time for pranks the following day. 

The next day, The Seeker was slowly leaving her room. She had just stepped out into the courtyard, her eyes darting around for any sign of mischief.  

“I just want a moment’s peace.” Cassandra said to herself as she crossed the courtyard to where her training dummies sat. She looked around once before raising her sword to slash at the training dummy.  

That is when the prankster struck. 

The Seeker’s trousers were pulled down to her ankles. Cassandra let out a small shriek as she felt her legs and rose-colored undergarments exposed. She quickly dropped her sword and bent over to pull up her pants, lest anyone else see her embarrassment like yesterday. 

As Cassandra bent over to pull up her trousers, an unseen foot lashed out and kicked her right in the rear. The Seeker stumbled forward, landing face first in the dirt her rear up and on display. 

Sera, using her stealth to the best of her ability, had run off before Cassandra had even landed in the dirt. Once alone the elf began to giggle at her newest prank. Cassandra was here favorite to bother. That had been especially fun, Sera thought as she sat invisible by the front of the tavern. 

As she did, a new victim approached. This was Scout Lace Harding, the dwarven scout who the Inquisitor talked to a lot in the field. The short dwarf woman was in her scouting gear prepping for the day’s work. Sera didn’t see a fellow member of the Inquisition though; she saw her next prank victim.  

While still unseen, she slowly approached Harding from behind. She got within arms reach of the dwarf before making her move. 

Sera, unseen, reached out and grabbed the dwarf woman’s breeches. Without a moment’s hesitation, she yanked down. Scout Harding gasped as her pants were pulled down to her ankles, revealing her large white briefs.  

Sera got an eyeful of the large, embarrassing underpants as the dwarf quickly pulled up her breeches. The elf wasn’t just going to let Lace Harding not suffer some more. As the scout was finishing adjusting her pants, Sera’s fingers reached out and hooked onto the waistband.  

Lace’s eyes bulged as she felt fingers around the waistband of her undergarments. Before the scout could finish standing up straight the invisible elf was already pulling. 

“Oh, gods!” Lace shouted as the white fabric slid between her cheeks as Sera held back a cackle. The white fabric was pulled further out of the scout’s pants by an unseen Sera. The elf thought it must be a hilarious visual for anyone looking. As the large white garment continued to stretch the elf got a wicked grin for an idea. She knocked the dwarf’s helmet off her head, which was the least of the scout’s worries as the white fabric moved ever higher. Past the shoulder blades, further past the neck. Finally, Sera pulled the fabric higher and then over the dwarf woman’s head. The scout was blinded by the white fabric.  

The dwarf stumbled, unable to see anythingg but white as Sera ran off.  

The elf collapsed against the wall on the battlements, the invisiblity powders wearing off.  

Sera held herself laughing on the battlements. That had been hilarious, one of the best pranks yet. Though the whole week had been filled with pranks. It was the best week ever.She was so distracted by the memories that she didn’t realize there were three guards who had managed to approach her.  

She still didn’t realize until two grabbed her by each arm and lifted her into a standing position.  

“Uh oh.” Sera said as the guards dragged her towards the main hall. 

The elf didn’t enjoy the hearing, which was in private as Josephene felt it a bit scandalous to let all of Sera’s pranks known to all of Skyhold.  

After some deliberation The Inquisitor had decreed that Sera must go to all those she wronged in this regard and make amends. Amends that the grieved would decide. Sera gulped as she was sent on her task. 

Sera’s first task was to make it up to Vivienne.  

The dark-skinned mage set Sera on her task almost immediately. To wash all the undergarments that Sera had hung around the courtyard.  

Sera was in her loose red shirt and yellow leggings as she knelt on the floor washing Vivienne’s knickers in a large tub filled with water and a rack for drying next to her. The mage was reading a book on one of her sofas, dressed as usual in an all-white gown. Sera could only work in silence for so long. 

“You know this isn’t so bad.” The elf said just to break the silence as she hung a freshly washed pair of undergarments on the drying rack next to her. There were only a few pairs washed and a lot more to go. “Weird you could have dome anything.” 

The mage’s eyes didn’t leave her book but she responded. 

“Would you have preferred something more...” Viviennethought of the word. “Humiliating?”  

Sera shrugged. 

“I just expected it.” 

Vivienne sighed. 

“What would you suggest?” The mage asked as her eyes finally left the book. 

“I don’t know, figured you’d want me to get all wedged up or something.” The elf said as placed the next pair of lace undergarments on the rack to dry. 

“Do that then.” Vivienne said nonchalantly, her attention returned to her book. 

“What aren’t you going to do it? Get some measure of revenge?” Sera asked, a bit confused. 

“No.” The mage said. 

Sera shrugged. The Inquisitor said to make amends and she had been pretty annoying to her allies. What was one self wedge. 

Sera reached back and into her own leggings, rolling her eyes as she did. She had no problem facing punishment, but she had figured it would be from those she wronged, not herself. The elf grabbed the waistband of her undergarments, a pair of dark blue form fitting briefs, and yanked up. It wasn’t the best she had done, but it was enough to give her some discomfort as she washed the mage’s knickers. 

The elf spent the next few hours washing and drying. 

“All done.” Sera said slowly, getting to her feet. Her legs were still from the uncomfortable position. She didn’t realize Vivienne had stood up as well. 

“Well, off to go make more amends.” Sera said not sure if she’d do that today or wait till tomororw. She stepped towards the door when the mage caught her. Vivienne had also grabbed her staff. 

“One more thing.” The mage said as she hooked a finger into the waistband of Sera’s underpants. The elf stopped as Viv didn’t pull up, just back towards herself. It didn’t make the bunched-up briefs move any further into discomfort, but if Sera tried to move more, it would. The elf waited a moment not sure what would happen next.  

Ice touched Sera’s skin and she almost jumped but Viv’s hold on her kept her in place. Ice chunks the size of coins fell into her underpants from the tip of the mage’s staff. The cold ice began to melt moments after impact leaving Sera’s backside cold and soaked. The mage stopped more ice from forming after a moment. 

“Don’t touch my undergarments.” Viviene said letting Sera’s waistband snap back against her skin. The elf let out a shiver before turning to her fellow member in the Inquisition. 

“Duly noted.” Sera said before slowly walking off to her next task, she could feel the cold ice and water running down her behind. 

After letting her rear heat up and dry off, Sera decided to knock out another amends making. This time she went to Liliana. The chantry sister had a much simpler and humiliating request, those Sera could handle. 

She was now just in a small blue bralette and her navy-blue briefs, laying across the religious woman’s lap. Her undergarments were of course a different shade of blue each, not that Sera cared. The red head was sitting on a chair with the elf over her lap and a paddle in one hand. She had already cracked the wooden paddle over Sera’s behind four times and was winding up for a fifth.  

“You know, I have a question.” Sera asked as Liliana raised the paddle once more. 

“What?” She asked as she brought it down with a crack across the elf’s backside. Sera winced but didn’t scream or shout.  

“I understand why I am in my underpants.” Sera said as she rubbed her rear for a moment before continuing. 

“But why do you have to be undressed?” Sera asked as Liliana’s paddle came down again with a sharp crack.  

When she had undressed at Liliana’s orders, the Chantry sister had also undressed leaving her in her white briefs and white bra. 

“That’s not important.” Liliana said as she continued the punishment. An hour and a half later, Sera slowly walked back to her room. She decided to give up on making amends for the day. 

The following day, Sera was on one of the tables in the tavern. She was currently doing a handstand and singing songs of her most embarrassing secrets as the bard, Maryden Halewell, strummed in a rhythm the elf could keep up with. 

Sera had woken up to a note under her door about making amends and coming to the tavern ready to sing. She filled off the table landing on her feet finishing her song about the time she fell into a cart of manure to escape guards before she turned to face the bard, things clicking in her head.  

“Wait a second, I didn’t even do anything to you.” The elf said as she stopped dancing. She faced the bard. 

Maryden tossed the lute onto a table and rushed towards the door. For a brief moment she thought maybe she’d make it, but Sera was a trained assassin and much, much faster. 

The Minstrel didn’t make it to the door before Sera grabbed her. The elf spun her around to face her, waiting for an explanation.  

“I thought the people could use a show.” Maryden said. The elf stroked her chin in understanding before a wicked smile grew on her face. 

“Oh, I’ll give them a show.” Sera replied. The elf spun Maryden around once again. While the tavern wasn’t full, it was full enough. 

The patrons winced as Sera put on a show using Maryden as her prop. There were sounds of stretching fabric and discomfort as Sera did her worst, getting some of the frustration out after being the plaything to her allies after her pranks. This was the closest thing she’d have to a release. 

“How was that for a show?” Sera asked as she clapped her hands together. The minstrel couldn’t answer as the rogue had pulled her large, pink undergarments up and over her head, hooking them under her chin. 

“Now, I have people to actually apologize too.” Sera said as she turned to leave. Maryden, who was blinded and trying to get her underpants off her head, stumbled into a wall, knocking herself out.  

“That’ll leave a mark.” Sera said, leaving to find her next former victim.  

She found Morrigan on the battlements, leaning on the wall. If Sera hadn’t been forbidden from pranking, this would have been an easy opening. Instead, she made herself known and approached. 

“Oi, I am here for my punishment.” The elf said as she stood next to the black-haired witch. The former witch of the wilds rolled her eyes. 

“I have no time for such silly games.” Morrigan said. While she didn’t know how bad it was going to be, she did expect something. The Inquisitor had decreed she had to make amends, Morrigan offering nothing meant Sera couldn’t complete the task and that was a no go for her. 

“Oh, come on, you got to have something.” Sera said wondering what the worst the mage could dish out was. 

“You had your fun; I don’t see what the purpose of this is.” Morrigan said as she left her position of leaning on the wall, grabbed her staff and headed for the stairs. 

“Oh, come on. Nothing after I hung your knickers from the roof?” Sera asked, poking at the mage verbally.  

Morrigan turned and rolled her eyes again at Sera. She waved her staff in a small motion, and magic was in the air. 

Sera’s leggings slipped down to her ankles on their own revealing her yellow brief style undergarments. 

“Happy?” Morrigan asked as she turned to start down towards the courtyard. 

“I guess, but kind of lame.” Sera said as she worked on pulling back up her leggings. The elf found her pants refused to be moved up. She pulled but the leggings didn’t move an inch from where they fell around her ankles. She struggled for a moment with no progress at all, while Morrigan stood there facing away, a big smile on her face. 

“Eight times around the battlements, then you can pull them up.” Morrigan said as she left Sera to do eight laps. The elf took a step forward, and her normally long gait was cut down. 

“That’ll take all day.” Sera whined as she started shuffling forward. 

“Better get moving then.” Morrigan said with some joy in her voice as she walked away. At the rate at which she could move with her pants caught up around her ankles, it should only take the better part of the day instead of all day. 

Sera sighed and began shuffling forward. 

By the time Sera was finished, she was exhausted and it was turning dark. The elf headed back to her quarters to make more amends on the morrow. 

The following day, Sera had made her way to Lace Harding. The scout was where Sera had pranked her, so it was easy to find.  

“Alright, what do you have in mind?” Sera asked, figuring this would be the easy one. The scout never gave her much inclination to this kind of foolery.  

“Oh, turn around.” Lace said, smiling as Sera did as she was asked. The elf didn’t even have time to say anything fun or witty when she felt the scout’s hands flip up the back of her long shirt, reach into her leggings and grab the waist of her undergarments. Without much more than a giggle, Lace began to pull. Sera felt the briefs go from their normal position to sliding between her cheeks. She could feel the leg holes leaving her pants and the taste of the cotton appeared at the back of her throat. The scout let go, and the fabric snapped back against Sera’s middle back. 

“You were pretty good at that.” Sera said, wincing as she looked back to see her faded red briefs had been pulled halfway up her back. Harding gave a sly smile. 

“I might be shorter than you, but I am strong.” 

“Well, glad we are good.” Sera said with a wince, taking a step forward. She heard the scout moving, but the elf decided to just walk off. 

Lace Harding had other ideas though. 

“Where are you going? We aren’t done.” The scout said with a devious smile. Sera turned to see she stood on a nearby stump to be slightly taller than Sera.  

“Oh.” The elf said, realizing maybe the scout was the wrong person to prank. She had an idea where this was going but had to make amends. Sera, defeated, walked over to where Scout Harding was standing and turned away from her. 

Lace let out another giggle as her hands once again grabbed the waistband of Sera’s red briefs. The elf once again had no time to mentally prepare as her red undergarments were pulled higher this time. The fabric was pulled to its limit, which was much more than Sera thought possible as she felt the scout’s knuckles touching her skull. Sera felt the dwarf adjust her grip again before pulling the red fabric down over the elf’s head. 

Sera stood there in shock for a moment, now the one with her knickers pulled over her head before turning to face Lace. 

“How did you like it?” Scout Harding asked as Sera stood there in pain and discomfort for a moment before turning to face the scout. 

“I can see that it wasn’t enjoyable.” Sera said as the waistband of her red underpants sat on her head.  

“Now we’re done.” Lace said as she walked off to do her duties. Sera was left to fix her underpants, which took far longer than she would have expected. 

Against Sera’s better judgement, she decided to make amends with Josephine after her encounter with Lace. The diplomat had set her to her task right away. 

“Is this really necessary?” Sera asked as she scrubbed the floor. She was on her hands and knees as Josephine went over documents. The dark-skinned woman had cleaning supplies brought in the moment Sera appeared.  

“My office needs a good clean.” She said looking over reports from the Hinterlands. 

“No, I meant the part of having to do it in my underwear.” Sera explained. She was in fact just in her small clothes. A tight yellow bralette and her slightly stretched red briefs.  

Josephine looked up at Sera. 

“I feel it helps teach the right lesson.” She said before returning to her papers. “Just be glad no important diplomats are coming to visit today.” 

There was a knock at the door and an assistant to Josephine popped her head in. 

“Ma’am, the envoy from Orlais is here.” 

Josephine looked down at Sera and smiled. 

“Send them in.” 

The next few hours had Sera scrubbed in just her undergarments as the envoy from Orlais did business with Josephine. They both took breaks from diplomatic relations to make comments about Sera’s job of cleaning and her choice of wardrobe.  

Sera went to bed that night tired from the hard work and bit from the embarrassment. She had one last person to make amends to, and that was tomorrow’s task.  

Sera found Cassandra practicing with her blade. The elf waited till the Seeker put her weapon down before approaching. 

“Sera?” Cassandra asked.  

“So, I’m here to make amends.” The elf said, not sure where to begin. The Seeker waved her hand. 

“All is forgiven.” Cassandra said, over the whole situation.  

“What? You don’t even know what I did.” She said as Cassandra turned her full attention to her. 

“Fine, what games did you play?” Cassandra asked, she was clearly bored with this as it was beneath her. 

“Well, yanking up on your knickers. That was me.” Sera began. “And pulling your trousers down, also me.” 

Cassandra nodded. She was slightly annoyed but hadn’t changed her hand waving of the entire situation. 

“The oatmeal down your pants and over your head, me. Tying your boots together, also me.” Sera continued. 

Cassandra’s face grew slightly more annoyed, but she wanted this wrapped up. 

“That time sand kept ending up in your pants in the wastes, me. Or the time snow kept ending up down your pants, me.” 

Cassandra was growing more annoyed. 

“Oh, I put itching powder in your breeches and hot spices in your meal.” Sera said as she continued listing off pranks she had pulled on Cassandra. The Seeker was growing less amused by the moment. 

“I stole your knickers and I may have mailed some pairs to people. That time your room smelled and then when we were at the Winter Palace and there was that fart noise and you were blamed, me. When your pants ripped in Val Royeaux, me. When that pie fell from the windowsill and landed on your head in Redcliffe, me.” 

Cassandra’s face grew a bit redder, but Sera didn’t notice as she continued to list things. 

“When your sword handle flew from your hand cause it was covered in butter, me. When you woke up and had those drawings on your face, me. The last pages of your romance novels were missing, me.”  

Sera opened her mouth to say more, but Cassandra grabbed her. The elf realized she may have spoken too much.  

A few moments later, Cassandra was looking up from her training area towards Sera’s room. 

“I feel better” Cassandra said, smirking as she looked up towards the open window. 

A figure was hanging outside that window. That figure of course being Sera. 

Sera had been forced out of the window of her small room onto the balcony. If that had been all the Seeker had done, the elf archer would have been fine. She could have easily climbed down or even further up. The issue was once Cassandra had gotten the elf out there; she had grabbed her red and yellow plaid designed underpants and hooked the fabric over some of the decorative carvings. This left Sera suspended in the air, hanging by her underpants off the side of the building. Sera’s hands were between her legs, the pain causing to much as she hung from her red and yellow briefs. 

Cassandra had also decreed no one is to help the elf down under penalty of... well the Seeker wasn’t sure what, but it wasn’t going to be good.  

The Seeker trained, her eyes always checking to make sure Sera was still there. A smile came to Cassandra’s face as she would see Sera with a comical amount of undergarment hanging out of her pants. The elf wasn’t going to walk right for a few days after this.