There is no chance of pretending to be hillfolk, and Miles knows it. He'd have better luck plucking a Vor name out of a hat and hoping it's not anyone Piotr knows. Even so ... Miles just can't pretend not to know this mountain range like the back of his hand. It would be like cutting off a part of him.

"I grew up in Vorbarr Sultana. Mother feared for my life - took me from your district while I was still very young." He gestures down to all of himself for emphasis. No getting around the tiny, twisted elephant in the room, so he may as well acknowledge it. And he hasn't technically lied about anything he said just now. Perhaps the ring of truth will help.

"I was - very far from here when whatever it was pulled me too," he admits after a brief pause. If Piotr's identified him as an interloper, then there's no denying it now ... Damn his grandfather for being so perceptive.