Several people had asked about staffs, especial 'strangle wood'. On the left is the bottom of a staff in our 'armory'. The other fella is named 'Tryzone' and holds a candle to guide folks back to the center area for an evening presentation. Important function, thus a poem ...

Trysone

My heart is a smoldering ember
Seen as stars in the pacing night.
With three fingers alone upheld
I grasp this heart of fine Council,
And bids thee follow, nay invite
Each one to a wedding of dreams.
Come along then as children,
In joy and expectant learning.

Leave your cares and shoes at the door.
Cushions await you – and you – and you.
Follow now the pace of Trysone.
I will guard the portals of fear,
That love and charity abide
In all that enter here in peace.
No one will pass except by me
And nothing leave ‘cept harmony.