It takes him a while to notice, given all this, that he is an elephant.

Why is he an elephant.

What's the last thing you remember?

There was... a nalfeshnee...

...which does not explain why he's an elephant.

The bed is in a forest clearing. Birds are singing in four-part harmony. Gentle sunbeams course through green leaves and alight on the wildflowers, and a cloth banner strung between the trees reads "Welcome to Nirvana!"

But... he's Lawful??

He's also Evil but he is in fact aware that Nirvana will take Evil people and sequester them somewhere. Still, if the Judge was convinced by some freak accident that he didn't need to be sorted Evil, what, is Axis full??

He takes hold of the blanket's corner in the tip of his trunk and pulls it off of himself.

He's not clumsy at all, even in a new body.

He did not have a particularly strong expectation in advance about how difficult it might be to adjust to becoming an elephant.

Also it's less embarrassing for the birds to be witness to him almost trying to cast Guidance when he doesn't have any hands and this manifests as him slightly lifting his right forefoot and putting it back down again.

No more cleric cantrips, sorry. The birdsong has gotten elaborate, but hushed, almost as if the birds are being polite.

Well if they'd say something then he'd have any idea what there is going on around here to react to. He doesn't exactly have orders for what to do if he is inexplicably sorted into Nirvana but he has some more general orders that could kick in and give him some direction in response to slightly more specific occurrences. For example, if the birds were like "hey, renounce your religion", then he could say "no" and then he would be doing something by continuing to stand around, unlike now where he is standing around and not actually in the process also doing anything.

The birds are more interested in their polyphonic chorus. There are several species represented here, jays and jackdaws and some he won't recognize. They don't chirp or squawk. Their voices aren't human but it's undeniably singing, more like a human choir than typical birdsong.

There's a path out of the clearing, for when he's ready.

He stands around for a pretty embarrassingly long period of time trying to figure out if he is obligated to park in this particular clearing indefinitely rather than go explore whatever corner of Nirvana they have reserved for evil clerics elephants. He thinks he isn't? He would be embarrassed to report to a supervisory devil later that he went and explored Nirvana but mostly because of the part where he somehow wound up here in the first place. It is not a lot less embarrassing to imagine making it to Hell and reporting that before he made any progress to this end he first stood around in the exact place they put him to wake up in.

Out he goes.

Then he'll see a chinchilla at a picnic table loaded with a spread of sliced apples and dipping sauces, chicken wings, deviled eggs, and multiple pies.

The chinchilla is around Blai's height, and the picnic table is sized appropriately.

"Welcome, Blai. I'm Samwise, and I'm here to answer your questions and show you around."

Samwise's facial expressions are legible despite being on a chinchilla. He's trying for Chelish mannerisms but still facescreaming his gladness a bit.

Can elephants even eat pie? ...what happens if they can't, he dies? ...maybe yes and then he ceases to exist? He is not under orders to do that.

Blai has never seen a chinchilla and does not know if they are normally the same size as elephants or not. It does seem awfully fine-boned to be elephant-sized but that sort of thing can be deceptive. Or maybe elephants are not as big as he's been led to understand. It's not like he's ever seen a normal Material elephant, just summonses. ...can he be summoned now? Can he be, from Nirvana, summoned by Good people?? ...well, that would be in question even if he were in Hell where he belonged, wizards can summon cross-alignment where clerics can't. Still.

...he could ask the chinchilla, but it is presumably not a Lawful chinchilla and might say anything.

"Hello," he says, instead of anything more substantial.

Samwise smiles as much as Chelish etiquette allows, and nods a greeting. 

"You're welcome to the food. As a petitioner, you can eat everything you ate in life, even with your new form."

Is he obliged to refuse to eat. ...do Nirvanan petitioners even need to eat? He's not sure if this varies between afterlives and does not know it for specifically Nirvanan ones.

He doesn't really think they kidnapped him; the trial may have been a farce but trials sometimes being farces is built into the system. If you're table stakes and somebody rolls well that's different from being kidnapped.

He picks up an apple slice in his trunk and puts it to his mouth and chews on it rather than comment out loud.

It's delicious.

Samwise will help himself to an apple slice and dip it in a dark sauce.

Who puts sauce on apples. What a silly thing to do.

Is it going to be hard to get the meat off the bones of a chicken wing?

Why would that be hard? They're cooked to perfection.

Well, it might be hard because he's an elephant, but it's convenient that it's not.

"I don't recall how I got here," he remarks eventually.

"What do you mean?" Deviled egg. Someone has a sense of humor.

It's lost on him, they don't call them that in Cheliax. "My trial. I don't remember it."

"Petitioners never do. My guess is that Hell thought you were an easy catch, and didn't send a top lawyer. We did, and they won your case."