One thing many petrification subjects won't (or, more often, can't) admit is just how good it feels when your body becomes stone; all the aches and pains that come with living, even the ones so subtle you seldom ever notice them anymore, melt away as flesh becomes mineral. Stress can no longer wear your body down when it's solid rock.

For some, however, petrification brings not only respite, but euphoria: to no longer be enslaved to the vagaries and imperfections of flesh, to embrace complete stillness and exist free from the maelstrom of carnal life, free simply to be, is for these people the ideal existence. An eternal reverie.

Perhaps, then, Rhavul has embraced a life in stone, forever still and blissful, his petrified form to be admired for the rest of time.

Or maybe he's just going to stay this way for a few days. Who can say? He's quite silent on the matter~