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A thin man on a dark horse cantered into the Nexus. The judge's eyes peered over the nexus, and found all those he gazed upon severely lacking. The horse snorted, and chomped on it's bit as he made a quick circle, and inspected everything. Where in Paris was he? He can no longer see the blessed towers of Notre Dame herself, but surely he could not have left Paris without realizing it!
A thin, ring-clad finger went to his chin as he observed the weak, licentious crowd. "It seems I can not escape these frivolous activities no matter where I am at." Frollo muttered to himself with disgust, and dismay.
"Now then," He spoke in a crisp, and deep baritone. "What is meaning of all this festivity?" The man questioned, for surely all these strange people must be in some sort of costume, even Quasimodo appears normal compare to these wandering vagabonds.
A thin, ring-clad finger went to his chin as he observed the weak, licentious crowd. "It seems I can not escape these frivolous activities no matter where I am at." Frollo muttered to himself with disgust, and dismay.
"Now then," He spoke in a crisp, and deep baritone. "What is meaning of all this festivity?" The man questioned, for surely all these strange people must be in some sort of costume, even Quasimodo appears normal compare to these wandering vagabonds.