With a furrowed brow he shrugged, "I suppose we could choose people at random as well, since that would be completely fair as long as no one questions whether we weren't fixing the way that they were chosen. On the other hand, though, that would also mean that some of the people who act absurdly would get in as well."<br/><br/>Stopping for a moment as he thought, Jamie then blinked again, "The other way I could think of would be to settle our differences through a tournament - fight it out, but only one at a time. Once again, though, I'm sure that eventually someone would cry foul and claim that something was being cheated at somehow."<br/><br/>Those thoughts made him stop, and exhale once again, wondering how he was going to put up with all of this. "Tell me, do you know approximately how many people are actually in our tribe? Do you have any formal count or not?"<br/><br/>Of course, considering the almost barbarian way in which his lived, they always knew and kept a register of those who were able-bodied and those who had to be cared for. Looking back toward her, he blinked for a moment and exhaled, "Do you think this is going to work?" He wanted to say that at some times he was thinking of giving up, but that would make him nothing better than a coward.