After reading over the scroll and rubbing his sore head, Steven thinks aloud "Well best I be keepin' this then, unless anyone else can figure these 'ere spells oot, ach ah must be gettin' tired I canna unnerstand meself noo..." The cleric trails off as his conversation shifts to some invisible being that seems to have strong opinions concerning cheese biscuits. Awakening in the morning, Steven continues the conversation he started the previous night, taking a break to pray for his spells and beginning again "Now where was I... ah yes now about the salmon..." he trails off once again before the party starts further into the cave.

OOC: Spells for today:
0-level: detect magic, Light, detect poison
1st-level: Bless, Magic Weapon, Protection from Evil (Domain)
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.