Allard looked over to the thief with a sheepish grin, "Well... I [i]suppose[/i] she is, or could be." He then cleared his throat one final time before continuing, just as casual and normally as he had been before passing the brothel. "Didn't meet her for too long. There were two men that followed her into my alley and they got in a scuffle of sorts. I awoke to the sound and thrashed the two men, sending them packing with something to think about the next few weeks, and all of the sudden I'm well known at the brothel," he ended, tossing his arms in the air in exasperation, letting them fall back to his sides. He then looked up and thought about what he was talking about and where he was talking about it. He saw a few flushed faces as they passed by, and others had a hateful sneer as he seemed to be interrupting their prayers. "Maybe not the time or place for this topic," he said in a quieter tone.

 Though he didn't have a reason to fear Jackal, he still kept an eye on him. Not because he thought he would be stolen from (not like he had anything to steal), but just out of habit of being aware of his surroundings. This caused him to notice the bit of discomfort while talking to the thief. He saw he was tapping his foot a bit and looking between all the statues and unconsciously nodded himself.

"Odd feeling isn't it? Not sure I belong here myself," He said quietly as not to disturb the other people here. "I can't even name a handful of these idols or gods, not many are familiar to me." Allard's eyes then caught the sight of two he did recognize. Bael and Wulfric. These two he knew from the crusade that destroyed his village. They were often evoked and thanked by the Andred soldiers during and after the battle. He took a deep breath and waited in the square, not wanting to go in farther. "In fact," he added in a low voice, "I believe these particular gods would quite like my blood at their feet."