Wandering the streets of Fontaine, you relished in the hustle and bustle of the city, sun beaming down upon the nation of Hydro. At the side of the courtyard, a crowd was gathered before a street performer, flinging playing cards into the air and pulling flowers from cardigan pockets. You smiled at the sight, making to move on when-

“You, there, mademoiselle! Won’t a lovely lady such as yourself indulge a humble magician?”