Modern Justice Systems
What: Frollo's first class. Finally.
Where: Top floor of the academic building.
When: Early afternoon, right after lunch.
Who: Frollo and anyone unfortunate to be signed up for his class.
Warnings: Intolerance, impatience, and general short-temperedness.
Well. Frollo decided he could postpone the inevitable no longer, and he supposed now was the best time to hold class. He had been spending his days planning lessons, after all, but it was the very idea of preaching to a student body he had already determined was incapable of comprehending basic rules, let alone entire justice systems, that had prevented him from taking any additional steps forward. No longer. He mourned the impending loss of his sanity.
There was no desk or table at the front of the room, but rather a single ornate wooden lectern upon which Frollo had placed his notes. He preferred to pace as he spoke, not sit before a class on their level. The students' desks, for their part, were spaced individually to discourage talking during his lectures. He didn't anticipate much trouble though. He'd met enough of the student body by now to develop something of a reputation, he was sure.
He stood behind his lectern, hands folded before him, and waited for his class to arrive.
Where: Top floor of the academic building.
When: Early afternoon, right after lunch.
Who: Frollo and anyone unfortunate to be signed up for his class.
Warnings: Intolerance, impatience, and general short-temperedness.
Well. Frollo decided he could postpone the inevitable no longer, and he supposed now was the best time to hold class. He had been spending his days planning lessons, after all, but it was the very idea of preaching to a student body he had already determined was incapable of comprehending basic rules, let alone entire justice systems, that had prevented him from taking any additional steps forward. No longer. He mourned the impending loss of his sanity.
There was no desk or table at the front of the room, but rather a single ornate wooden lectern upon which Frollo had placed his notes. He preferred to pace as he spoke, not sit before a class on their level. The students' desks, for their part, were spaced individually to discourage talking during his lectures. He didn't anticipate much trouble though. He'd met enough of the student body by now to develop something of a reputation, he was sure.
He stood behind his lectern, hands folded before him, and waited for his class to arrive.