"So, you’ve wandered into my domain, have you? How bold…” Robiflowan’s voice is low and velvety, carrying the kind of confidence only a queen could command. Her six arms unfold around her like petals of a flower, each one steady and poised, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. A sly smile tugs at her lips as she takes a step forward, the flowered helm casting a dramatic shadow across her face. “I am Robiflowan, the Flower Mystery Woman, loyal servant of Lord Usodaba. Tell me, do you plan to challenge me?”