People are always misplacing things in Serum City and Davey’s pockets are often where they find a home. A legendary figure among the bazaars with an unrivalled ability to find and liberate rare goods.
It’s claimed that Davey once managed to smuggle an entire building out of OverTown - one day it was there, the next it wasn't.
A powerful figure in the wider criminal underworld whose services are there for a price. His trade through OverTown’s Dockyards offered some of the first big scoops for the Cartel. It was Davey that turned a rising outfit into a criminal enterprise.
He knows the rat runs through every hidden twitten, canal and winter river in Serum City. Pirates, smugglers, knockers boys and fences all consider Davey the unofficial king among its waterways.
Those routes that have long since disappeared from the maps - that many want to stay forgotten - live almost exclusively in Davey’s head.
His long distance trading lines take him to distant ports, but sometimes the things Davey brings back are better off not being found.

This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.
Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.
