At word of an inn, Steven urges his donkey to go faster, with no effect from the stubborn beast. Grumbling an obscenity, Steven continues on towards the inn, tying his donkey to a hitching post outside upon arriving.
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.