Jano opened his eyes blearily. The daylight streaming through his window was harsh and the glare caused him to blink. He ached terribly to the very core of his being and he found himself extraordinarily confused. Where was he? How had he come to be here? What had happened to him? Jano angled his head and caught the attention of a man in robes he took to be a physician. "Sir?" the man called out into the hall. "He is moving." Jano was struck by the fact that the language used was that of the temples. Further he could place his elemental inflection as that of the Lord of Light.