"And now that untold arcane power is within my grasp, the world will crumble before me--but you won't be here to see it," said the Dark Sorceror Slythios, giving his newly-acquired Great Runic Staff of the Ancients a dramatic wave, thrilling both at the thought of destroying his nemesis and getting to turn into his very favorite animal for the first time!

And yet, for some reason, as the sorceror transformed, feeling his body lengthening, his fangs growing in sharp and lethal, his brilliant copper scales appearing upon his now-massive form, it seemed that the wretched hero Jorhan looked more perplexed than mortally terrified; taken somewhat aback, Slythios asked "Wait, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's, uh," Jorhan said, glancing at the staff that now laid abandoned on the ground, "It's just that whenever I've seen you do magic, you do some sort of mystical hand motion," he said, gesturing vaguely, "or wave a wand, or, y'know, a staff... and I'm just wondering how that's going to work out for you now that you've, uh, disarmed yourself."