The setting sun filters through the rock crevice and shafts of amber radiate through the crystal formations that line its sides. Soft and redolent of summer the company is enlivened by the potency of the light as it touches upon their body. Soon though the crevice begins to descend steeply downwards and the passageway grows dim as the rock sides close in above their head till all they can see is a hairline fracture of sky. Now the company take out their staffs and uttering the silent words over them cause them to glow and thus light the way ahead. Each staff is adorned with the jewel calaxal (translated into men’s speech as the stone of days.) The light from each staff is the condensation of moonlight seen when the satellite is in decline after it has shone full and bright. It is soft enough to let them remain hidden from enemy’s eyes yet bright enough to light the way without fear of falter.