The Prank Wars
The mood was tense in Skyhold castle. The Inquisition had recently recruited a new ally and the Elven woman's disposition did not go down so well with some, particularly the Inquisitor. The two women had barely exchanged a few words when everyone reached the same conclusion: they did not like each other.
On the one hand there was the Inquisitor: Megan Trevelyan. An Artificer of some talent whose patience was infinite when it came to preparing traps, but inexistent as far as people were concerned. Her volcanic temper and aloof disposition could attest to that fact. And then there was the newcomer: Sera. A thief who hardly ever made plans, who charged in without thinking and who thrived on agitation.
It was only a matter of time until something happened between those two. Most people in Skyhold were betting on that something being unpleasant. They were right. It all started a few days after Sera joined the Inquisition.
One fine morning, the tranquility was broken by an outraged shout reverberating through the stone halls of Skyhold. "Where is she?" the Inquisitor demanded angrily as she stormed into the main hall, scratching herself furiously along the way. "Who is this 'she' you are looking for?" Cassandra inquired as she observed the Inquisitor's odd behavior. "Sera! That little blonde twit! Where is she?" Megan exclaimed as she kept scratching herself, with increasing desperation it seemed. "Well, I did see her walk in the direction of the tavern earlier." Cassandra revealed. "What is the matter with you?" she pressed, worried that there might be lice infesting the castle.
"That little punk put itching powder in my clothes! All of them! I swear I'm going to knock all her teeth out and make a scratcher out of them!" Megan explained as best as she could while trying to relieve the infernal itch. "Perhaps you should go wash this off. I can lend you some of my clothes until yours are cleaned" Cassandra offered, hoping that by then the Inquisitor's temper would have cooled off. She knew all too well that when Megan got creative with her threats, she usually carried them out.
The Inquisitor stared at her second in command with murder in her eyes for a moment before relenting. She was in no condition to do anything about the little punk at the moment anyway. She made her way back to her quarters, still scratching away, and came across Varric. "Hey, Varric." She called to him. He simply looked at her, not bothering with a greeting. "Tell Sera I'm going to get back at her for her prank".
"You can tell her yourself. I'm not your messenger boy" Varric called back before continuing on his way to the courtyard. Megan fumed silently as she reached her chambers and began to undress. She would get back at Sera alright. And she already had a few ideas how to do it.
