Tarnby's City Watch is both a thankless and a respected role, so much so that its members often remain in their positions for longer than they ought, long past the age when a carpenter or farmer would hang up her tools and let apprentices and offspring take up the tasks. So you will often find old men and women, girding their loins in leather-patched gambesons and rusty mail hauberks, clanking up and down the stairs and corridors of the city's vast towers, believing that their mere presence dissuades potential wrongdoers.

Naturally, in such a maze, they occasionally get lost, but that just means—as they say in their report once they make their way back to the home base—they temporarily extended their patrol to otherwise underserviced areas of the city. Just part of the job.