This is a long, wide hall, filled with bunk beds, foot lockers, side tables and various possessions, stuffed in corners, or under furniture. The high ceiling it pointed and a dizzying array of beams criss-cross their way down the length of the room. Neat, uncluttered and relatively free of dirt. Swords, axes, maces and bows lean against walls or hang from pegs. A large center pathway, twenty feet wide, separates the long rows of beds. Two large tables near the back of the room are each surrounded by twelve old, but serviceable chairs.
Guard Barracks, Inside Castle
craftsman
staff
I am a wooden staff. There is a wizard who uses me for magic sometimes. Usually, though, I am lying in the corner gathering dust.
how can i be of service ? Help me carry my tools please. Sir I am a staff, I have no hands. But you can speak, so why don't you ask someone to help me? Sire, as I am but a dusty staff laying in the corner I am not able to move without a magician or someone to move me. Forget about it. I do not need your help. I will throw you  away. My magic is more powerful than  you think Are you sure about that? I can make you disappear now! Never!  Fell my wrath, craftsman... Stop taking my tools!  I will have them all!....  ALL! You can take them. I still have thousands of them inside the cabinet!