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You feel relief to have escaped that menacing spirit, and gratitude that a baby dragon's fire breath could incinerate such a thing. Toasty's intuition may have saved your life. The trove of books in this section of the tower is endless.
This room catches your eye for a singular altar, which looks to have been in recent use. Candles still burn. It is then you see a shape in the corner: a faint outline of something ethereal. Its face is contorted in fear and whatever it is seems fixed, like residue of some lost spirit. Let's move on, you tell Toasty.