The minister sat at his desk, burried in the paperwork infront of him. he ran a hand through his soft, grey hair. he groaned in annoyance. “So much paperwork. these damn civillians.” he murmured to himself and he dipped the quill in the ink and started scribbling away once again.

as the moments pass the city of paris begins to become more quiet and frollo is finishing up his work, just as he starts on the last packet he hears a firm knock on the door. he groaned in annoyance. “Come in!” *Frollo yelled, loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear.

he continued his work, and eyed the door as it opened seeing his Captain of The Guard, Phoebus. he looked up annoyed, seeing his glimmering golden armor.* “What is it, Captain phoebus, im abit busy.”