"Why, what's going to happen?"
"Nothing whatsoever. It's just a stick. This isn't the first time it's happened. A couple centuries ago, Arjax the Black laid waste to an entire country building up power to try to get one of my staffs to do something — of course, for every Arjax, you get half a dozen would-be dark lords who get sidetracked and end up spending their lives in a ratty little room poking at one of my staffs and talking to themselves, so on average it's probably a good thing. It just annoys me because now I have to go find another good piece of wood and shape it."