With the thief in sight, she rushes out of the shop.  A glare in her eyes as she moves to keep the thief in sight.  Beginning to speak whispered ancient words of power, her hand rising up into the air, and from her hand, a ghostly one rises and hovers, traveling over the crowd, heading towards the thief, as she begins speak a different set of words, just as the hand nears it's target...<br/><br/><br/>Spell 1:Spectral Hand:hp=1d4=HP: 4, ac:26<br/>Spell 2: Inflict.Cause Moderate wounds: 2d8+5=2+7+5=14 Atk 1d20+2(BAB)+0(STR)=14+2+0=16<br/><br/>Current HP: 31<br/>