So we get to the holy capital, and this place is bangin', it's huge, it's marble, there are these gigantic bronze domes on all of the towers and parapets that make the whole place bright as hell, and the Palace of the Sun is floating 120 feet up in the air, surrounded by singing angels. A bit tacky but, hey.
So we take a pegasus-drawn chariot up to the Palace, and we meed the Sky Pope or whatever, right? And the Paladin, who's always this rocky, stern bastard is all buddy buddy with the guards and gets a fist bump from the janitor, which is a Bearded Devil that he beat up earlier in the campaign and convinced to try to become an angel by doing penance in the holy city.
And then we meet His Holiness, who's on this throne of gold that's got intelligent faces on it, and they're all drinking (also the throne) wine out of a chalice held by some sort of angel. And he greets us, and tells us that he's heard stuff is getting a little rough down there. The Paladin requests that a crusade be launched, "to smite the infidel and reclaim the land in the name of the glorious sun god."
"I agree," the Voice says, "the land does need to be reclaimed. But I feel ill at ease about this."
"If you mean the former slights, all things can be forgiven, can they not?" the Paladin says, biting back his lasting irritation with the whole whorehouse taxation thing. The faces on the throne chip in and say that it is Genosus's will that all people deserve a second chance,
"Yes, I suppose you're right," the Voice agrees, "I shall declare the exalted crusade. Go now, and prepare yourselves."
So we head back, feeling pretty damn good about ourselves, and when the king hears, he is confident of his victory.