A/N This is the one inspired by, and dedicated to, Deviant. Enjoy.
Disclaimer; Nope, not mine.
The girl set off, her dæmon trotting at her side, and they were soon lost in the crowd coming out of a nearby theater.
"Nice out, isn't it?" The man is interrupted from his gazing by the stall owner
"Wha- oh, yeah. Well, best be going. Night."
"Night." He sets off, through the murky air laden with fumes, a lemur clinging to his chest. He mingles with a crowd for a few streets, but they soon disappear into the entrance of the Chthonic. Now he wanders down to the waterfront, watching stagnant waters twirl slowly by. He has no where to go for several hours more, and is content to wander about London until then.
He remembers the girl he had been talking to not long ago. What was her name? Alice, Alison, something like that. Strange though, what she'd said about her father. Being a murderer and all. He was half inclined to doubt her, but then, who could tell these days?
The wind brings a sudden chill to the air, and he draws his white silk muffler tighter around his neck. As he walks the brandy bottle shifts in his coat pocket, and he decides to just forget about the girl and her murderer father. It was time for another coffee...
A/N Yes, that was the man that Lyra meets in the coffee stall. Lots of information about him, isn't there? So - your job is to find a character less written about than this one. Sound hard? Good. Review!