Jacob's keeping half an ear on them too, not for any specific conversation, but for a general mood of the crowd, making sure they're not about to turn nasty. As far as he knows, he's between a rock (the giant) and a hard place (a possible mob) but as long as neither actually starts trying to kill him, he can spare some attention for both.

"No, he's not." Jacob agrees, although he's not entirely sure killing a whole temple full of priests is a good idea either, unless they're trying to sacrifice people. As far as he's aware, that's not what is going on here, or at least, he hasn't heard of anyone sacrificing people either to this Chained God or to the undead camped outside the city in Messalina's care.

He is still not entirely sure if he's going to get punched by a hand about the size of his head, but he nods.

"Yeah, not long ago either. Still trying to work out how to get home, although that doesn't seem all that easy. And you are too, right?"

He doesn't say he recognises the big man from the time camping in the jungle- they didn't meet, it's just impossible to miss someone so enormous. But Jacob had been occupied by bandits and abandoned mines at the time, and hanging around in camp was not on his to-do list.