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Well, if it's warmth the ghost needs, then the best you can do is to give him what you have. You place the soft bundle on the ground between you and wonder how an incorporeal spirit will make use of it.
Immediately the ghost's focus shifts from you to the offered clothing, and he says:
"Here's a scarf to keep me warm,
the Cold Ghost will do no more harm."
He fades away, and you dare to breathe again. It seems all is well, even if you can see your breath in front of your face.
By this point, even Sir Escart dares to breathe a sigh of relief. "Well done, dungeoneer. I think there's an exit to the right."
Given that this is a kitchen, you decide to take the opportunity to feed yourself. A snow-covered loaf of bread sits on one of the surfaces so you pick it up, then knock it against the surface. It's frozen solid like everything else here. If you decide to take it, you shrug and put it in your knapsack anyway. Return your Life Force to green.
You look around at the exit Sir Escart mentioned. He's right: it's the only exit from this place. You crunch your way over the snow-covered flagstones and leave, hoping to emerge somewhere warmer.