Steven rides atop his donkey with the group, spending most of the day drinking heavily and singing badly, offering the occasionaly mug of ale to anyone straying close to his donkey.
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.