At Anavren's suggestion of unlawful means to get the horses Steven rolls his eyes, thinking to himself yet another pearl of wisdom out of the fountain of stupidity... and says calmly to Anavren "Listen elfy, we don't need horses that badly, even if the other group are all mounted they can't get that far ahead of us, and we have no reason whatsoever to believe their intentions are evil, and I know for a fact Rao would not appreciate us trying to steal horses for this task, it's not necessary for the trial at hand, and I for one won't give up what little money I have in order to buy horses we don't need, nor will I be a part of trying to swindle horses from the church and if I even hear the word 'steal' mentioned again, I'll have the constable haul your pointy-eared arse to prison!" The cleric finishes intensely and glares at the elf for even mentioning such a preposterous idea.
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.