Dark blue eyes flicked towards where Raylan was worrying at his ring, then back up to the man's face. The burrow between his eyebrows tightened as Raylan started to talk about figures, a ravine and darkness.

'Fuck you, Mathias. Couldn't leave him alone could you.' he thought sharply towards the town while inwardly battling between two urges.

One was to ask Raylan to show him the ravine. Maybe see these figures, wondering if they were anything like what he kept trying to pinpoint on the horizon out at sea. But then Raylan went on, talking about darkness and something being there and seemingly contradicting himself in the span of a few words. Something wasn't setting right and the stronger urge was to keep Raylan as far away from the ravine as he could manage.

"You an Jeff saw em," he reiterated the statement as a fact, nodding in the direction of town. "How about we go see if we can find Jeff. Maybe he can help us fill in some gaps and reduce the risk of getting lost in here."

It wasn't a total pile of bullshit just designed to get Raylan away from the forest. If they came across Jeff Tim was definitely going to inquire about the man's experiences. The sniper just might not be planning to make as concerted an effort to find the bard as he was leading Raylan to believe.