Nazira "Naz" Amar
Shaking her head at Pop's continued antics and their predictable immediate failure Nazira moved to the box. She'd moved many a box in her day and truth be told Nazira hated it. With a passion. There was something just so... inefficient... about kneeling up and down with a load like some primitive from the Days of Thunder. Still there was no obvious candidate for hauling she could shuffle it off too, unless the princeling caught a sudden fit of mannish chivalry.
Dropping down Naz lifted with her knees gripping the box as tight against her core as possible while straining back to counterbalance the weight. Hoping not to topple over she grunted and began to move. It wasn't the longest she'd had to move something ever but neither was it short enough to be painless. Upon reaching the bridge and being informed to bring the box to the Moneylender's quarters she sighed slightly.
"Oh yeah, no sweat," Nazira remarked, trying to keep her grunts as quiet as possible.