For once he found himself in agreement with the others, and by now his eyes were on the papers Lord Eoin had pushed to the Queen. The traitors, whoever they were, would be his jurisdiction. They all had their generals for a reason and he had never debated that war was a thing more suited to men such as Frederic Mehkal.
"Your Grace, if I may," he murmured, reaching for those reports.
"I think it best everyone return to their own lands, with the exception of myself. I can better serve the investigation at ground zero, so to speak." He paused, leaving room for the others to put in their agreement or arguments, as the case may be. "Lord Mehkal guards our northernmost borders, those shared with the elves. If there is to be a War Council, I propose it be left to him."