"well as a matter of fact..."
With a flip of his cloak Drek stands up off the stump. He holds out his hands and a purple energy forms around them. At first the energy ripples uncontrollably, but then it settles into the shape of a thin rod. Drek holds the rod in one hand and waves the other over the end of the rod, forming a curved sharp head. Then with a snap of his fingers the energy dissipates and leaves behind a simple steel axe in Drek's hand.
"This should be well enough for our purposes right?"