A local Flinter in his early 40s,
Delft is your direct superior. Generally good-natured to his subordinates, he
has a penchant for grousing about people behind their backs. A much better
manager than investigator, Delft has advanced this far in the Constabulary
by finding good agents, supporting them on difficult missions, and sharing
the accolades from their successes.
 
Delft chews Leaf of Nicodemus, and thinks he
looks charming if he grins while sucking
on the leaf's juices. He walks with
a cane because a mimic tore a chunk
out of his leg fifteen years ago. He has
a habit of poking inanimate objects
with the cane before he gets too close
to them, and spitting on them when he
wants to be extra sure.