"Oh, I don't live on the Vorrutyer lands," he responds breezily, oversharing like any and all drunkards. "I am not Vor. I am...dis-Vor. Dissolute, disgraced, disliked, and most importantly: disinherited. I have a little flat in Vorbarr Sultana. Which is - "

He pauses, now, to wheel around, and then forward again, and then a quarter-turn to the side, like he's trying to orient himself to the mountain landscape. Which, admittedly, he is. Damn these mountains - can't even tell which way's the upslope, which way's the downslope - everything just more miserable, snowy peaks...God, he hates this land.

"In some direction from here." He starts walking again. "Northeast, in any case. Vorbarr Sultana is also where you will find all of this blighted planet's travel and trade. The city is currently under Cetagandan control, no doubt, but there are resources available that could get someone away from here. I know I intend to take advantage of them and flee, soon as someone's looking in the opposite direction."

And, young lady, I am certain you wish to hear about those resources. Go on, ask, so that I might prattle about my self-serving plans and you might profit by my information.