Shall I weave you a tale? My people have lived beneath Paris for quite some time, enduring all types of prejudice for who and what we are. However, they usually forgot all about that once we perform, throwing enough coins to put bread on the table. I'm something of a clever spirit, able to evade any sort of trouble I get into with wit and charm, though I am kind to those who are kind in return, such as the young Quasimodo, who initially went through a similar treatment due to his appearance.