Tacitus is the sort of Dalmation who is all speed and pattern, counting spots between every breath. There is a story going around that Tacitus once heard a rusted key that fits no door anyone has found answer back, briefly. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Tacitus near the door marked K N L, mostly because nobody wants to lose. Tacitus suspects the old world left at least one good question lying around with that exact name written on it.