"I don't care half a quat for proper clothes so long as my balls aren't out for Magrog's whores anymore - may the Adversary give them boils on their backsides for this treachery." Having complained sufficiently and explained enough to make the lie plausible, Valen settled into disgruntled silence and looked about. It was true, the people were generally giving him a wide berth, which Valen minded none at all as he never handled tight spaces with particular grace. Especially when other people were stuffed into it with him. That included personal space. He resisted a shudder.
"Now don't take this wrong-" he began, "I'm no twist-mind and I mean this question with all sincerity--but where in Navronne am I? Because last I knew I was climbing out of a sop-house bath after a lady in Elanus, and I'd wager I'm far north of it now. Drugged and robbed by whores, just my fortune, by Mother Samele's tits." Valen shook his head ruefully and raked a hand through his dark hair. "Never trust a whore.'