Cervantes is a Terrier of no club, wired from eyebrows to paws, fixing trouble by causing slightly less trouble. On most mornings Cervantes can be found near the flooded market halls, doing very little and calling it research. When Cervantes sits down anywhere near the swamp shrine, conversation reorganises itself politely around them. Cervantes believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.