Fenris was devoted to his work, truly. The calling of the Church of Sulfur was something he never questioned, and he knew he did his work well. It’s not his fault that sometimes he lost count of his rosary beads when the sermons grew long; he was supposed to live sinfully, and his sin pulled at his mind often when he needed to work but was left to his own devices.
The church’s confessionals were made of a beauti...
