Dexter let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that the ghost was gone. Though a bit sorry for the hardship of the people who died here. He turned to Dirae concerned about her health, and what was the effect of the ghost's touch on her. "Are you okay?" He stepped closer and started to examine her closer. "I don't know how many ghosts I could take myself. I'm not much of a fighter. Are you sure you don't have any magical weapons? If you don't maybe we should just head back up. I mean we already found the city, and I saw it with my own eyes." Dexter had his plans for getting out side the tower, but it would be very dangerous if they were to run into ghosts that were actually powerful.