The Commander's is English with a Napoleonic era twang
Praeposiuts: Right then, we're following Klak.
*Praepositus follows Klak.*
Commander: *opens a pocket and puts a cigar in his mouth* Sure you're not coming? *takes cigar out* We could sure use you.
*He puts the cigar back in his mouth and then he too follows klak into the forest. Neither of them could help but be disturbed by Klak's last remark.*
OOS: From this point onwards I will now call the commander, Aeternus.