Ike?

[The sun is lowering over the horizon when a ringlet-framed head pops up around the corner.]

Be a dear and come here for a moment, would you? There are these, er. ...Dreadfully heavy boxes I need you to, ah, lift. Cluttering the halls, you see; it's perfectly frightful how haphazard our companions are with their belongings, always leaving their... boxes filled with... things that are heavy... Around. Everywhere.

Ohh, never mind, just come here!