It's a mouthful of a name, and Lambert's already thinking of alternatives. He'll go right ahead and take another refreshing gulp of his drink before he responds.

"Drank some bad potions when I was a kid. I got off lucky, all things considered." Other boys died in screaming agony, though Lambert wasn't in a position to notice that. He was in pretty significant pain of his own.

It's his turn for a question, though, so he won't waste any time firing back. "How did you end up here?"