[Ms.
Black Mage is currently making her way around town, nose almost buried in a book, so it's a wonder she's not bumping into anything.
And then...]
Stop right there, you thief!
[A random thief pushes by her and she looks up. Rolls her eyes. And raises her staff.]
A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed- Gritz.
[White lights in the form of a pentacle comes out of the orb in her staff, and completely surrounds the thief- guess he's caught now.
She's thanked, and she raises her hand to adjust her glasses- wait, what glasses? She adjusts her hat instead.
And goes back to what she's doing.
Oh, and people? Don't stare at the scar.]
[ooc: No, that's not directed at any of the thieves- just an NPC I decided to godmod. =w=]