Trixie stumbles out of a foggy grey smoke cloud, coughing and gasping. She seems to have failed at making an entrance in front of you.

“It is I—“

She begins coughing, her eyes watering, as she stumbles forward, tripping on her cape, and knocking her hat off. She quickly stands up, brushes off the dust and speaks.

“It is I! The Great and Powerful Trixie! Bear witness to my amazing magical— Wait… who are you exactly?”