"Pfft. You'll be begging for mercy when your balls are frosty!"

There is no caravan traveling to Skyhold. There are no supplies or guards or Mr. Fussy Pants McNobles making their way to pay homage to whatever tits had stepped up to fill the Herald's lovely shoes. There is only the snowball fight, and getting that damn mask to die. Also to soak the puff's pants, but that's secondary. Mask murder was the main name of the game, and Sera is putting her full skill of dexterity and sharp shooting to bear on that.