Frollo was supposed to hate them. He pretended he did and pretended to attempt to get them arrested but every time magically they got away. He liked the little thief… the thief that would steal little bits of his money to be able to do things for the poor and needy. He couldn’t help but grow fond for the thief… a warm longing growing inside of him.

He currently stood on the balcony connected to his bedroom, watching over you as you made your rounds about the city to help whoever you could.