What is the worst prank the twins have ever pulled on you, and did you survive with your dignity intact?
Ah, the twins. Two creatures of mischief wrapped in elven elegance.
One fateful morning, I woke to find that my outer robes—my tunic, my belt, all the layers that make me a presentable and respectable elf—were missing. Vanished. Gone. Only my nightclothes remained, which were not appropriate for public appearances, let alone for beginning the day's work.
It was only after a brief and frantic search that I spotted them. Hung neatly upon a low-hanging tree branch… by the river. Where anyone taking an early morning stroll—or worse, someone gardening—might bear witness to my plight.
There was no alternative. I had to venture outside, bare-chested, armed only with my dignity and sheer determination. I moved quickly, hoping to retrieve my tunic before anyone noticed—
Only to hear a faint gasp from the nearby garden.
Eredin.
There he was, kneeling in the soft morning light, hands covered in soil, utterly unprepared for the sight of me in such a state of… undress. His mouth fell open. His eyes went wide. His hands trembled where they hovered over a tray of young plants. I have never seen a man look more scandalized in my life.
I seized my tunic, turned on my heel, and fled back inside before a single word could be spoken between us. But I know—I know—that for weeks after, every time Eredin so much as glimpsed me, his face turned a shade reminiscent of overripe berries.
And the twins? Oh, they were delighted. They claimed they had only meant to inconvenience me, not to orchestrate a scandal. But their glee was evident. And I will never—never—forgive them for it.