Shouting at the top of his lungs from down the street, a wiry-looking perrenlander man comes riding towards you mounted on a donkey which appears overladen with barrels. "Wait up! Ye cannae go out there without a proper representative of Rao! You just hold up a minute!" He bellows as his mount is urged on at a slow gallop.

When he finally reaches the group, the man dismounts and, bowing over-dramatically, introduces himself. "I be Steven McCormick, servant of mighty Rao, defender of order and that's all the titles he's gettin' out o' me the arrogant bastard. So where y'all be headed and what are ye questin' fer? The priests at the bar weren't of too much help on that subject." He looks around at everyone as he awaits an answer.
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.