"Are you joking." Matthais cuts a look sideways at her, his nose wrinkled in frank assessment. "I'm going first."

And there's no stopping him. This is a proper adventure. Just the sort of thing that brought him to the Inquisition in the first place. Truth be told, Matthias looks just as unlikely to be able to withstand an assault from an ominous being. Scrawny--rangy at best, if you're feeling generous with your description--with a little too much wrist showing thanks to the slightly undersized shirt he's wearing beneath his leather armor, but he's gotten it all secondhand, so shut up about it, thanks.

Certainly he's gung-ho. And untroubled by spirits--at least outwardly, which he proves by flashing her a grin.

"What's more, I bet I can get there first." No matter where there is, or what lies in wait. "Say... a silver piece?"