"I don't know what you'll believe. I've had people see me spew fireballs from the end of a staff, and they told me I did it with a hidden flamethrower. Hell, even people I saved from vampires insist that I just shot a gang member hopped up on PCP.",

I thought about it for a moment. Fire was too likely to cause property damage, without my blasting rod. Soulgaze would probably get the point across, but was... kind of personal, and not in a good way. Force effects might hurt the guy.

Which left one option. I held out my arms in a suitably dramatic pose, and intoned-

"Ventas"

A light breeze began to blow down the hall, and as I poured my will and power into the spell, the breeze became stronger, until soon a rather impressive wind was rushing down the hall, and through the thief's open door. My hair whipped across my face, and I had to admit, I wished I had the duster on just for the badass visual.

I'm a man of relatively few thrills. Sue me.

I lowered my arms and allowed the spell, and the winds, to fade.

"Well, what are the ratings from the judges?"