There was once a man with a crooked leg, who carried on his back a bag made of dusty, dark leather. All along the seams hung small strands of beads, beads of all kinds. There were beads made of metal and glass, wood and bone, clay and even precious beads of gemstones hidden amongst each other.
To counter his infirmity, he walked hunched over a plain wooden staff, the head carved with a simple symbol- a star, seven pointed. It was cut deep into the spherical stave-head, a colour much lighter than the rest of the wood.
If asked the man with the crooked leg would smile and say the star showed the heart of his staff, the heart of the tree from which he took the wood to create his walking aid. He would then gently nod his head as he tipped his dusty hat, and be on his way, to sell the mysterious wares in his dark leather bag.
If you happened to happen upon him, you'd find all sorts of magical things inside his bag. The man with the crooked leg's eye would twinkle up at you (or down, for he