Quenneville wasn't too enthusiastic about this meeting. It just didn't feel right, for some reason. Despite that, he chose to attend to it, and hopefully achieve something positive out of it, for the good of the Council but most of all - for Gallia.
He entered the meeting hall. Wearing his usual military uniform, but not spruced up with medals and other decorations - just his General badge. He nodded at the crew, and walked to his seat.
Bonjour. Do excuse my delay, gentlemen, but as you know, Gallia is a very busy place to be in times like these, and finding time even for such important meetings is difficult. I hope I haven't missed anything imperative.
He took a seat and waited for the others to continue.
