Imagine the most vanilla of heroes, then add to that to that a snobbery about other people's faith in God.
Most men who claimed allegiance to God were more afraid of the devil than they were of God, and were careful to do what they though would appease evil spirits. They put money in the poor box and carried a splinter of the supposed holy cross of Jesus around in their saddlebag to ward off bad luck, but they would carry a witch's charm or utter an old Druid spell just as readily. Many never set foot in a church, but they were quick to enter into debauchery. (NOOK p. 34-35)
That last sentence reminded me of the saying "Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than me standing in my garage makes me a car mechanic."
Yeah, this is going to be a slow slog.