Steven shrugs at Anavren's misfortune, thinking to himself serves the elf right, greatest archer in the multiverse indeed, not when he can't lift his own bow Steven calmly finishes helping Ian with stripping the equipment from the bodies. Seeing Duras approach Anavren, Steven calls out to him "Leave the fool elf in peace, paladin, and let him contemplate what's befallen him." chuckling to himself quietly, Steven starts piling all of the looted equipment into something resembling an organized stack.
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.