kill for gain or shoot to maim

Steam rising up around him, a hulking figure in the mist. It rises up around his feet, around his shoulders. While it should relax him, Matija allows himself to be gripped by it instead. The bones littering this place should have been of interest, should have given him some indication he wasn't alone out here. Emotions too high to worry, though the mood that's taken hold is less than pleasant. Bitter, angry, and more adrift than he cared to admit.

A voice, through the thick mist. A siren's song, drawing him in. Matija's gaze is sharp as he scans the hot springs, drawing to his full height. Upright, ramrod straight-- muscles flexing, he's at his most handsome. Sweeping gaze finally lands on the woman in the low light, drawing closer to her.

She's small, though just how small was yet to be seen. He'd wandered into her domain, and he'd be stupid not to respect that. While he's a lot of things, stupid isn't one of them. Taking stock of her, gaze roving what he can trace of her, and finally landing on her eyes. While he considers the dangers and implications of spilling his guts to a stranger, maybe she's seen him? Matija sits on the fence for a moment.

"Have you seen a man that looks like a less handsome version of me? My brother's gone missing." Though he tries to look unbothered by it, he's anything but. There's no real mask here, he's not doing a good job concealing his feelings but when has he ever? Instead it's bitterness coloring his words, shades of the reasoning for his black mood laid bare.

"Matija"