Magnanimous Drunkard.
Those people gathered around a cart with someone in it. They giggled and suddenly rushed away, leaped back, still giggling and laughing. An old man moved his rotten stick warning them not to make fun of the person. He cursed and scolded, these youth really don't have any respect for the older any longer. Don't you realize who he is? He is a hero, one of those wondrous twelve guardians. Then he hesitate, well, was. And the people laughed again.
She watched from the distance. Tried to get better look at the person inside. But the cart concealed him. She saw only the rags covered his feet. The drunkard. The famous magnanimous drunkard. He was a powerful man together with her father and the other ten heroes as the guardians of their religion. Until the intrigue came in and made them scattered away. Killing and slaughtering each other.
There was no longer twelve guardians. And she was one of the casualties.