Among the unaffiliated, Tank stands out as a Bulldog who is pure granite kindness with a face shaped by patience. There is a small notebook Tank carries, half theories about the rooftop kennels and half crumbs. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Tank near the flooded market halls, mostly because nobody wants to lose. Tank believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.