My staff is made of polished oak. It was cut from the living mother tree by the Arch-Druid and I stained it with walnut juice and polished it with bee’s wax. At the top of my staff I hollowed out a space wherein I set special minerals and crystals and protected them with Phoenician glass. These rocks govern whether I go straight ahead, or up or down, but I cannot go backwards. Toby asked me whether the staff was an anti-gravity contrivance. Whereas I have no understanding of gravity but if I could speculate the staff would not be anti but rather it would use the weak pull and push to propel and navigate for me.