The Knights of The Golden Light
Brian Dempsey is infamous throughout the village for his bitter temperament and quickness to anger. He rarely seems to have a kind word to say about anyone, but strikes up a tentative friendship with Alex. His sadness came upon him after his wife left him two years back. He can often be seen on the cliffs outside Strangehaven, staring out to sea.
Charles (see above)
John Jones (see above)
Kent Clarke is the village's only police officer (he holds the rank of Sergeant). He is initially shown to be a sinister character, taking secret photographs of Alex and Dor talking, and taking fingernail clippings and hair strands from female villagers, which he places in formaldehyde for his "collection". However, after a gruesome murder in issue 12 he then becomes the comic's protagonist for a while, as it follows his investigation, and he is shown here to be torn between serving justice and protecting the Knights. He is close friends with Charles and they both share suspicions about John Jones, the leader of the Knights. Sergeant Clarke also has the unusual habit of holding conversations with his teddy-bear, Watson, when poring over evidence - although whether Watson's voice is real, imagined or just Clarke being playful is not clear.
Peter Webb (see above)
Simon runs the Post Office and is brought into the Knights' lodge over the course of the series. A bespectacled, nervous fellow, he often uses secret Knight code openly in public, earning him the annoyance of John Jones. He once asked Janey out, but she turned him down.
Victor Garde is Alex's solicitor in Strangehaven, and is the one to ask whether Alex wishes to join The Knights. He is professional and despairs when Alex decides to give his wife whatever she wants, even though Victor believes he could get at least half of their belongings. Victor's office is being wiretapped by unknown people, possibly the Knights.
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