[A small, leatherbound journal came from underneath Matthias' cloak and the sound of scratching of a quill on parchment could be heard as he took note of his surroundings, the marks, and the information Martin was giving him. It ended almost as quickly, but it was notable to say the least.]

I'd rather avoid any unnecessary confrontations at all, least of all with Ghost Types. I'm afraid...they're a little outside my skill set.

[At least he could admit it though.]