Politics were never the strong-suit of wanderers and nomads. Usually it was a simple matter of getting people to agree on a course of action, but there were hiccups sometimes. Usually those ended in duels and wrestling, but Steppe Archer had to assume that out here that fancy thing called a "petition" was the equivalent. It took a fair bit of peeking around the sides of people and getting yelled at to get off of a fence before the nomad girl got the situation, and decide that this might be a pretty good idea!

Sure, there were negatives, but the pros seemed to greatly outweigh the cons. Orderly enough, Steppe Archer waited her turn to sign the petition with her surprisingly neat signature, before returning to the Druid Girl's side. Paying for a meat skewer, the archer would happily nom upon her kebab, amazed that for someone that didn't seem to do a lot of intense physical training on the regular, the druid girl had a huge appetite. Maybe being a magic caster meant burning a lot of energy for magic?

She had no idea, but it made some sense. Giving the stick her meal had been on one final lick, the girl beamed at her companions before asking: [color=CC6633][b]"Soooo...river bath again? Big Red didn't break a sweat, but we might start stinking if we don't take care of that soon."[/b][/color] It was starting to concern the girl that they were bathing so frequently. Not because she disliked it, but because she'd heard folk tales back home of women so vain that they washed and washed and washed, scrubbing so hard that all their skin fell off and left them as skeletons with beautiful hair. 

...It was definitely just a children's story, but still. She liked her skin.