Tobbin Lark

A small-time Finders runner working the Underbridge docks — every job is the last one, right up until the next one, and he genuinely believes it every single time.

Tobbin isn't a criminal by temperament, exactly; he's a man with a gift for convincing himself that whatever he's currently smuggling is a special, final exception to a rule he otherwise respects completely. He's likeable, mostly harmless, chronically behind on the Ledger's interest, and a fixture at the Lame Ox where he tells the same three near-miss stories with a new ending each time depending on how much Fennug's poured him. The Finders keep him around because he's genuinely good at the actual job, whatever he tells himself about it.