*bear lumbers in* Am a wizard too. Not druid, druid have stinky sandals.
Mmmmuh staff n everything. *beholds the implement*
*it clearly was once a potent, arcane staff, but someone has haphazardly attached two axe blades on either side of it at some point. It also stinks of salmon and raspberries.*
*polishes the beer mug as I size you up*
Ya know, I’ve seen wizards of all shapes and sizes, and they e all got one thing in common: they all have a magic object they love. It’s a staff or a wand or an orb or even an amulet. And ya know what? That’s admirable. You pour love into an object, it can treat you well and do what you need.
*pours you a wizard ale*
Your staff may look like an axe, but you love it. And I can tell it does some great spells.
Now you enjoy yourself and remember to shit in the woods.