After listening to Anavren's long-winded explanation of this strange metal, Steven says to him "You know Anavren you'd save yourself a lot of breath if you didn't try to explain everything you ever did, I swear you flap your lip more than a barrister, now can we just get moving? daylight's a wastin'" He then spurs his donkey and heads into the mine behind Duras.
Steven is a small, wiry man wearing spiked studded leather armor and a long kilt of the Perrenland lowlands, his eyes are wild and dart about erratically as he speaks. Blue paint adorns his face in criss-crossed stripes above his eyes.