Slumped and limping on his way to the council chamber, Ahelair Ander of Flandasyria thought to himself,
[color=a2d39c][i]Ah, it seems my time has come... I wish I had time to do more but at least I'll finally be with my lovely Flyssia, my children and theirs... wait for me, just a moment longer...[/i][/color]

Ahelair is roused from this thoughts when he noticed the eyes of the council we're on him, waiting for him to speak.  Though visibly tired, he stands up straighter, and with an old but clear voice, Ahelair addresses the council.

[color=a2d39c]"My esteemed Lords and ladies..."[/color] he bows slightly before continuing, [color=a2d39c]"I can hardly fathom the weight of responsibility you all must bear in these troubled times, and I apologize profusely for being an added burden...  I of course accept whatever punishment you deem necessary.  I only ask that you grant this old healer a last request?"[/color]
He pauses, turning to watch his 3 grandchildren scamper across the room screaming in laughter.  Clearing his throat, he continues,
[color=a2d39c]"Ahrm hm.  Dear leaders, I would humbly ask that all my assets and property, whether in current form or as funds from being sold, be used to aid the weak, the destitute, and the helpless, for they are indeed helpless... 
And while I know that most or all persons with medical training are currently in service to the military, I would beg your Graces to allow for 2 or 3 to dedicate themselves to care for the citizenry.  Please dear council, you would find this tired old elf most grateful..."[/color]

Ahelair let's out a long breath before lowering his head, ready to let go of the weight of his guilt and loneliness.