They were trapped under Veylara's heavy-handed martial law. With the war drums beating, any sign of hesitation or political bickering would be treated as high treason on the spot, and the Warchief's spear didn't care about council status, birthright, or past contributions, after all they were not a few elders who had perished under her spear.
They were forced to fall in line, their influence entirely broken by the sheer, crushing reality of the impending war.
