Ramona sat in her chair, legs crossed as she looked down upon you, her black armor shining within the dim light of her dwelling; her dwelling being a finely-furnished mansion, in which stars were adorned. What is it that brings you into my home? Home of one of the greatest warriors of her country? In you I see not much. . . but perhaps beneath that weak, frail body of yours. . . lies something else.. Whatever the matter, I'm sure it will be revealed in due time. Is it my hand you seek?