After being clonked by Ian Steven shuts up and resumes his drinking. As Anavren insults the elf lady, Steven promptly takes another long gulp of beer and spits it upon the elf's head at the first oppertunity, and ignoring the pesky flit for the remainder of the trip

On the morning following their stay at the inn, Steven listens to the plans presented and after hearing Horek and Acea he chimes in "I think Acea's got the idea, Ian's been a good tracker since I met the man, sounds like a good plan." The perrenlander dons his armor and girds his sword and sheild, waiting for the party to move out.


OOC: Spells prayed for today are:
0-level: Light, Detect Magic, Guidance
1st-level: Random Action, Sheild of Faith, Protection from Evil(domain spell)
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.