Karn Throneroom
The Commander
"I do have a rather large sword in the treasury. It's not something I'm willing to part with." Commander takes a moment to regard the flask. They shake their head in politely in decline. "As for what I need to know..." The Commander seems to trail off in thought. 

There is a distant boom. Then another and another. Siege engines at war with the city defenses. 

"Starting with the most pressing. Who and how many others are in your travel party? What are their powers? What weapons do they wield?" The Commander seems well collected but urgent. "How have they allied The Father's Hands to their side? How have they turned or captured my Lords to their cause? Why have they supported a dissident uprising?"

The Commanders hand is clenched to a fist. Though it cannot be seen on their face, their body language is tense. Stressed even. Their attention turns to Nevermore and Nel. "And why do you have two hands and corpse that wont stop [i]singing[/i]?!"