Allard nodded, taking in what Lis told him about her old comrade and the silver necklace. He thought that would be the case, which didn't seem to help himself much. To be honest with himself, he was poor. Not to say that he didn't get by just fine, but there hasn't been a time since he arrived in this city five years ago when he could say that he had any decent amount of money. Anything he did get usually went straight to maintaining his clothes and gear, and feeding himself from time to time instead of Stew at Mable's bar. Thinking about buying silver anything wasn't an option for him. Even if Kayden was going to foot the bill, he was still uncomfortable about it. He barely knew him and even if that weren't the case he wouldn't want to impose that much on him. Allard wasn't fond of being a burden, so even though he isn't very wealthy, by not asking for anything he still tried to maintain some sort of dignity and pride.

But then they passed the brothel...

 Allard had been so preoccupied by his thoughts that he had lost track of where they were. Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem, but two weeks ago there had been a particular young woman named Ferra who had been on her way back home one early morning. The problem was, that there had been a few men who had followed her and tried to take her down an alley for some extra cash and free service. Unfortunately for them, the alley they chose happened to be Allard's home, and he was none to pleased to see them there. After being delt a paralyzing amount of broken bones, the men were kicked out and hadn't been seen since. Ferra, overcome with joy that she was saved, thanked him and even kissed him on the cheek before leaving. Allard's unknowing face blushed slightly as he didn't know how to react, but that quickly turned pale when Ferra said that she would give him a special discount at the brothel should he ever like to swing by. With a smile and a wink, she was gone... Allard must have washed his face ten times that morning at the bar.

He tried to avoid looking up when they passed the place, but he failed. He had momentarily glanced up, and he had already been spotted. "Hey, Allard! You never came by," shouted Ferra. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement, as would saying that she was popular. "I'll still give you that discount," she said with that same wink and smile, "you can come by any time." News had apparently spread through the brothel as to what happened since there were other women around her asking in quieter tones if that was the guy from the alley, giggling, or even comments on their preconceptions on what he looked like. Apparently none of them, even Ferra, knew that he actually lived in that alley or else they might not even be bothering talking to or about him. Allard however, was beet red at this point and attempted to wave. "U-uh thanks, but m-maybe some, uh, other time," he responded with a dismissive laugh, attempting a smile while scratching the back of his head. He then cleared his throat, faced forward and started walking walking at a faster pace down the road. Some of the other people on the street chuckled but didn't pay much mind, save for the old man at the other side of the street giving Allard an evil jealous eye.

 Then there was the temple district. He didn't know why, but Allard never felt like he belonged here. Not because it was a place of faith, but because he was really in the middle of town now. It may have been in his head, but he was sure that this wasn't the place for a Khalahar to be hanging around. Allard had regained his composure, and resumed his steady pace with the rest of the group.