[ The ghostly thing wails, flickering in and out in what might be pain. It isn't easy to tell. But it doesn't seem to have been dropped, and starts in a shuffling, jerky gait toward them. ]
That was good.
[ Ashraf isn't sure he wants to let it reach them, though. Not feeling much beyond pity, he draws the hand and its gem out of his pocket. He crushes it in his palm to a fine blue dust, and begins a low, murmuring chant under his breath. Light flares under his feet, and a wide circle of gently glowing runes begin to cycle through the hallway. The ghost draws nearer. ]
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That was good.
[ Ashraf isn't sure he wants to let it reach them, though. Not feeling much beyond pity, he draws the hand and its gem out of his pocket. He crushes it in his palm to a fine blue dust, and begins a low, murmuring chant under his breath. Light flares under his feet, and a wide circle of gently glowing runes begin to cycle through the hallway. The ghost draws nearer. ]