A kind of giddy delight and fear swept over Jayne as the man bbegan to speak coherantly.  What a shock and thrill to have not only a full apparition, but an intelligent and completely audible response.  It was unheard of!  Even the best EVPs were garbled or muttered, but this was irefutable!<br/><br/>Then the books and other odds and ends began flying about, she blocked her face with her arms and tried to stablize herself, but fell from the force none-the-less.  Jayne reached down to make sure her skirt was still covering her.  Something about this spirit made her feel as though she had to; not because he would look, but because he could judge.<br/><br/>She knew the story behind the castle, but to actually hear it from the mouth of a prince, or one of the spirits who claimed to be.  His solid form did resemble the portraits of the High Prince, who was illegidly murdered here.  Could this be him?<br/><br/>Jayne did not move from the floor, but instead laid the reader on the ground next to her and tried to seem unintimidating, not a difficult task considering.  "I am Jayne Noire Your Grace, and this is a recording device."  Her voice trembled but slowly gained back some of the bravery  that it had toward the beginning.  "I am not here to force anyone away.  On the contrary, people merely wish to know that you are here."  This was the best way she could find to discribe why she'd come.  Although she was hired, she had taken the case out of curiosity.  Many had come to this castle and experienced these terrors, and she wished to see for herself.