Abarat paused his stride, but kept hold of the chest while he considered the man.  "Think he can carry a chest and shoot a pistol at the same time, Renna?"

Renna's mouth gaped open.  Had he really just told Lorenzo De Valencio her name?!  Idiot.  "I don't know...  [i]Abarat[/i]," she said, emphasizing the other elf's name.  "I think I'd rather not find out..."  

His eyes narrowed and he hesitated, then set the trunk down, slowly.  Meanwhile, the 3rd of their little group was also setting down his loot...  a large keg of rum.  His hand headed toward the hilt of his sword.