A constablary of a sorts, who percisely Cosgrove is under the precinct of is unknown, though he always seems to be acting int he agency of the local law enforcement in his own code of conduct, which of course for sinfar, is next to nothing.

Cosgrove wears a well kept uniform and is a short, stote, hairy man, perhapse a very large dwarf, with a thick voice something akin to two rocks rolling together and beetling brows under perpetually squinted eyes, and his jowly past middle age face is set in a permanent frown.