Sveinung does not go by the name "The Sniffer" for nothing. Here we have a duvet lifter, eavesdropper and garbage cans pawer of a rare format. Sveinung works freelance for a sleazy news-paper and specializes in digging up dirt about celebrities and society tops. The police radio scanner is as important a gismo for Sveinung as his I-phone.
Back Stabberud sleep in his clothes not to be delayed as much as a second if a scoop should be brewing a late night and the rest of the techniques in his impressive arsenal would make any private detective working the divorce sector ashamed.
Nocturnal threatening phone calls and terrifying letters has made several wives leave Sveinung, in addition he was often abused at the grossest in their company should one of his many victims find them out on the town. After three divorces "The Sniffer" found that the single life was perhaps preferable for people in his particular sector of the journalistic profession. All members of his barren circle of members of the fair sex seems to entirely agree with him in this conclusion.
Sveinung is not normal part of Moxie’s motley crowd of regulars, but when something happens at the cafe, which it does now and then he shows up and tries to find an angle on the event that can produce a story significantly more sensational or more dingy than it really is. In this context he is not very different than news-paper journalists in general.