Tycho nodded in agreement. He was cavalier about a lot of things in life but his personal connection with spirits as well as what passed for a moral compass abhorred the mistreatment of spirits. They had been a living, breathing being once and deserved the same respect one would give to the living as far as Tycho was concerned.

"I am hesitant to use any spells in case they just bounce off the glass and hit us. We're both too pretty to sport scars for life on our faces." He looked around to see if there would be anything useful in here, as unlikely as it may be.