Murder most foul! Branir Nathander, of respectable and successful trading house Nathander & Buckman, has been found dead. Shot by his own crossbow, in the study of his own house at midnight. Well, you think it was at midnight. No, you don't know for certain but it has a nice ring to it. It was at night in any case. Between his leaving the dining table in the evening and the butler finding the body the next morning.

No, that's not very precise. As far as precision goes, it's about the same as saying that opening a fish and chip shop on the site of the old temple in Dagon Street is 'a bit misguided'. But it's better than nothing, isn't it? People can do a lot of things with 'better than nothing'. And you're not just ordinary people, you're a member of the watch.

Not just any watch - THE watch. Yes, alright, it's the only one. And yes, you have to admit that you have to be a bit nuts to work there. The hours are long, the pay is low and advancement is slow to non-existent. But you've taken the king's shilling and sworn an oath: to uphold the law and protect the innocent. Now if you could only work out who they actually are...