"And then, Grand Master Mordecai Mercer was all like 'Never suffer an evildoer to live', and she stabbed the bad guy right through the chest!"
Fonzo Von Lohengramm sighed. It was early Ansgar's Day morning, and church still had yet to start. Dressed in his white acolyte robes, the boy handed leaflets to the slow trickle of people entering the building. Most took the flyers without so much as a "good morning", which was always disheartening.
"What about you? Did you hear any good hero stories lately?"
Fonzo looked across the the small entrance hall at the other acolyte- a young White Lily by the name of Adharah- and shook his head. "Sorry, I really haven't!" The boy shifted his weight slightly, crossing his arms. "Besides, even if I did you wouldn't like them. You only wanna hear about girl heroes."
Adhara put her hands on her hips, scowling. "Well duh! That's cause girls are braver than boys!"
"Nuh-uh!" Fonzo said as he handed out another two leaflets. "What about Ansgar? He was a hero and he was so brave he became God!"
The girl stamped her foot on the ground. "No fair! He doesn't count!"
"Yeah-huh he does!" the boy replied immediately, giving away his last paper. "He's gotta count, he was the best!" Walking towards the back of the room to get a second stack of leaflets, he looked back at the younger child. "Like, he was so brave that he- OOF"
Having not looked where he was going, Fonzo walked right into a priest with an urn of water in his hand. The water splashed onto his robes as he stumbled, seeming to harmlessly roll off instead of soaking through. "Ah! Sorry Father Perry, It won't happen again!"
