When Dontes joins the group and they enter the city, Steven looks over the cleric suspiciously, not entirely trusting the man's piety to Rao.

Upon Anavren's assessment of the situation, Steven pipes in as Acea finishes. "One other thing bow-boy, if this other party be sent by the canon to retrieve the Healer, then what's the harm if they do our work for us? Rao would not approve of us attacking people just so we can get the credit for rescuing this Healer. Although if they are not on the same mission as us, then we may indeed have to confront them about this, but I think until we know more we shouldn't make rash decisions, and the lass is right, we can't all afford mounts, and there's not way we could keep pace with 6 horsemen while we're on foot and donkeys." He finishes intensely, obviously taking this discussion more seriously than usual.

Upon settling into their rooms, Steven promptly dunks his head in the bath, gorges himself on any food provided and passes out on the bed for the night.
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.