Steppe Archer tutted, wagging her finger back and forth. [color=CC6633][b]"For girls, being stinky is unbearable. We could just use some herbs to hide the scent for now though,"[/b][/color] the archer girl said in response to Lizard Fighter's statement. Bathing was common in the mornings and nights at her home, and done in rivers colder than the one in Palisade. At least, Steppe Archer thought it was. Maybe a few too many cold nights traveling and camping meant that she was just getting numb to chilled temperatures. 

The nomad girl's eyes focused on the druid girl for a moment, imagining the specific scenario of them bathing an alleyway before a sour look crossed her face. [color=CC6633][b]"With how much that drunk the other night kept mentioning your chest, that sounds like a terrible idea. Besides, wasting well-water doesn't sit [i]well[/i] with me."[/b][/color] At her own stupid, terrible pun of a joke the girl's cheeks inflated like a frog's, as if she was struggling to contain laughter at the most comedic thing ever. Except it was...a pun. That she made. [color=CC6633][b]"Heh...anyways, yeah, signing sounds like a good idea. That way we aren't stuck outside the gates if we're back too late."[/b][/color]

While their druidic companion wandered over to get her pen on the page, the archer eyed the suspicious Rhea boys with a slight tilt to her head. It was obvious they were looking for something, given the way they weren't staring ahead, or at the ground, but squarely at the belts of passerbys. She had nothing against Rhea at all, it was just...obvious. What was even more obvious was that the nobleman was liable to get his coinpouch nicked if he walked by them. She didn't wish such a fate to fall on any innocent, and was about to walk over and warn him before-

"Three times!"

[i]"Three times!"[/i]

[b][i]"Three times!"[/i][/b]

Whatever goodwill the nomad girl had evaporated in that instant, clenching a fist and saying: [color=CC6633][b]"Druid, if anyone EVER asks you to bend down while they're still standing, tell me."[/b][/color] The girl looked absolutely furious, to the extent that now, she really didn't care if the lechorous noble found himself suddenly missing his coin. With her fury subsided, the girl would place her hands on the druid girl's shoulders, taking a deep breathe, and asking: 

[color=CC6633][b]"Druid. ...Did...anyone ever explain to you where men's eyes wander? Especially weak-willed ones? Our lizard friend here is strong, and doesn't care a bit about our bodies. But...erm...some men do...and some men may ask you to do things to trick you into getting to see more of your..."[/b][/color]

The girl's eyes fell squarely on Druid girl's frankly huge badonkers, before she whispered: [color=CC6633][b]"...Breasts."[/b][/color] 

HOW DID STEPPE ARCHER HAVE MORE COMMON SENSE THAN HER? Steppe Archer grew up in an entirely different nation!