Velanna is guilty

"You admitted to killing humans, Velanna. No matter what you claim to be, no matter how justified you believe you were, that is unforgivable." You tell the lithe blonde elf. "Rylock's punishment will be applied: I sentence you to be made Tranquil."

Velanna splutters, curses you in some Dalish tongue and lunges at you, looking as if she'd rip you apart if she wasn't held in place by a pair of burly Inquisition troops.

"Knight-Captain Rylock, you are free to go. But I offer you a role in the Inquisition should you choose to stay. Templars are always welcome among our ranks." You tell her. It's true, they were invaluable in the fight against demons. Plus, showing up with a Templar in your retinue would make the nobility of Orlais more accepting of the mage with another mage on his arm.

"Thank you kindly, Inquisitor!" Rylock said with a curtsey. "I knew the Herald of Andraste would be wise and kind!"

"Leliana, conduct the Rite immediately." You tell her. The redheaded spymaster only nods, but you can tell through her jaded exterior, just how much she will enjoy what is to come.

"Very well, Inquisitor." Leliana says. Holding the lyrium-tipped brand, Leliana motions for Velanna to be brought to her knees.

"You should not have harmed my men!" Leliana spits at the restrained elf, before pressing the burning hot brand to Velanna's forehead.

Her screams echo throughout the woods, chilling yourself and Vivienne especially. Growing up in Circles, even if you condoned the Rite of Tranquility, the thought of it being used on you always gave you nightmares. You can tell Vivienne thinks the same, as she's stopped jerking your cock.

At long last, Leliana withdraws the brand from Velanna's brow. The Sunburst symbool of the Chantry, currently red and inflamed, is emblazoned on the elf's forehead, covering a good section of her clan tattoos. The difference is immediately noticeable. The fire that had blazed in the pointy-earred woman's blue eyes is gone, never to return. She's gone from a state of **** frustration to one of complete serenity. Like all Tranquil, she creeps you out.

"I am sorry for my actions, Sister Leliana." Velanna says in a dead, neutral tone.

"You will be, elf." Leliana fumes. "Inquisitor! I request permission for this... woman to be transferred to my care."

"The knife-ear is your chattel, Spymaster." You say with a wave of your hand. You have a feeling Leliana will devise some additional punishment for your newly-acquired Tranquil. Such fun may pass time on the road later.

As Leliana carts Velanna away, the caravan attempts to return to their normal behaviour. The remainder of Leliana's men join her, first to put their brothers-in-arms to rest, then to punish their killer. Rylock joins the Inquisition's ranks, looking very pleased with today's outcome.

"Unsightly though it may have been, I believe you made the correct choice, dear." Vivienne says, still standing by your side, her black body draped across yours.

"Thank you, Vivienne." You say. This entire ordeal has been an unwanted distraction from your leisure time.

"Now, weren't we in the middle of something?" She asks, an inviting look on her face.

"Oh, Maker, yes." You say. Chances are, you'll forget about Velanna completely the second your cock's in the Iron Lady's ass.

"Meet me back in the wagon, but go and collect some more wine and food, first." You ask. Vivienne demurely nods. You watch with delight as she saunters off. Though she's as nude as you, Madame de Fer still strolls with the confidence and superiority of a woman clothed in nothing but high fashion. Of course, the sway of her ass is nice, too.

As you trudge back to the wagon alone, you remind yourself you're one carriage trip away from the ball. From Empress Celene and her mouth. You absentmindedly jerk off.

As you reach the carriage, you're sure you hear a noise from within. Someone's already in there, you're sure of it...