Steven nods in agreement with Horek's watch schedule and whistles a tune as they travel.

When the party sets up camp, Steven ties his donkey to a tree nearby and takes his watch, keeping his crossbow loaded and his short sword ready. If the watch goes uneventfully, he sleeps soundly for the night, praying for his spells in the morning (unchanged from the last time I posted them)
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.