There are actually a fair amount of muscly guys in Portland, as it turns out -- it is, after all, a city that actively encourages alternative transport -- but only one of them has his face scarred like Sora might recall from his dreams. Perhaps, surprisingly, he'll find said face a lot closer to him than he realizes: more specifically, it's in the university library.

Scowling at him from between the book stacks, as he blocks the exit from a particular set of shelves.

Lambert's patience never was the best even in easier times, and it's even shorter now. It's what keeps his tone clipped and short as he looks at the student lingering in his way, frowning. "Can I help you find something?"