The Commander
Razz's words hang in the air for a moment. The Commander doesn't say anything for a few seconds. 
"That doesn't mean anything to me." The Commanders tone seems to go taut with annoyance. "I am The Commander. Acting Imperial Regent on this continent, Karna. You say you are a simple warrior. But you and your friends have slain or turned my viceroys. You have thrown the empire into disarray and brought wild banditry to the commoners of the land. This group of five or six people have destabilized an entire continent." The Commander pours more wine for Razz.

Nevermore.
We don't have time for this. Razz is talking with the enemy. Gale is slumped on the floor where Razz set him. I still can't move. This power has locked the very fabric of my existence in one place. Such an oppressive power must have a draw back. A time limit? A lapse of concentration. I don't like that I can't see his eyes. Or rather I can't know his face. My mind muddies when I think about his features. Is he even a he? A fear pierces deep into me. Does this thing even have a true physical existence? Is this just a featureless avatar with which it interacts with the world. What eldritch monstrosity are we dealing with?
"Ra... Razz, Gale." I manage to speak. My eyes go to Gale's lifeless body. "Please."

The Commander turns its attention to me.
"That is an impressive will you have." It speaks. "What about your friend?" The Commander speaks to Razz once more.