In the corner, Jozan kneels with bowed head before an image of Pelor. He has been dutifully praying all these many weeks...praying with silent fervor upon his knees, praying without pause, without food or water!
(or maybe he has been napping)
No! No, indeed!! Pelor's Own Iconic HAS been praying! Seeking the purity of soul and mind and body that the Lord of Light requires of all true supplicants! He has been faithful! He has been true! He has been snoring! (well, only a little)
And now, now at long last, all his devotions and petitions and adorations and glorifications and what have you have finally been answered!
Jozan shudders, and tears shimmer in his eyes. He raises both hands to the glowing image of his god. Then he turns to look at his friends, his comrades in this long and arduous penance. His lips part...he will speak his joy...
"I can't feel my legs anymore and my back is killing me. Can someone help me up?"