Wallace Aurthur Grey

Wallace Aurthur Grey was a huge rat. A gray rat of course. He was consort to kings, wizards and witches, and lawyers. Like all rats, he was ridiculously proud of his tail and you could often catch him on his hind legs grooming it. He had a tremendous aura and even demons wouldn’t risk tormenting him.
They didn’t have to; he tormented himself with narcotics, especially cocaine.
Mad Max, Bob the Grand Mage, Sir Frederick (the) Black and quite a few other characters you haven’t met yet were all friends of Wallace A. Grey.
He would take drugs and enter into worlds where the laws of physics worked backwards and inanimate objects divulged their deepest, darkest secrets.
He was a walking encyclopedia, knew more trivia than that postman in that bar in Boston and his powers of observation, reason and deduction made that certain English detective whose first name rhymes with ‘rock’ look rather pale.
“I have a solution,” was a phrase often uttered by Wallace A. Grey. This was then followed by a lengthy recount of the problem and then an even lengthier account of the solution. Those wise or evil and on occasion good or holy (Wallace didn’t care) would stop, listen and take notes when Wallace A. Grey started talking about solutions. He wasn’t, due to the abuse of cocaine, patient. He hated to repeat himself, although he delighted in expounding on certain points if asked to.
Mad Max got ideas for new spells, potions and drum solo’s from him.
Wallace wandered around the universe in the most random fashion, showing up unexpectedly here in this book and other odd places. If you pay attention and look around you just might catch him in a bus station coffee shop or something discussing reality with whoever happens to be near.