[ I can carry more. Of course he can. This place is teeming with muscles, apparently. Adra pulls a sheaf of papers from the belt slung around his waist; he has maps and drawings, carefully done, labeled with a calligraphic hand. ]

Sure, if you've got the time. The closest location is in a park about ... a quarter of a mile from here. I have that much left in me.

[ He presumes his new strong friend can handle it just fine, and as they start walking, he glances over, his appraising eye now firmly fixed on this generous colleague. ]

How about a name? Mine's Adrasteius.