The most sober patron of the Moongate Pub, coming there only to look at the bottom of an empty glass, or Taggart's ugly puss when he has to. Judging from the carbon-black stains on his face and hands, this man is a chimney sweep or ash hauler. Despite the glassy cast of his eyes, he regularly appears to be in a thoughtful mood and may even be coherent. The distinctive tattoo on his wrist indicates he has spent time in the Royal Marine Light Infantry. A great darts player. Always looking to make a buck selling what little information he has.
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