Jayne complies with all that will her, for she is of same mind.  Maybe this one had better information or being near death, would volunteer more than the last that they had come across.  So willing, she knelt and stood in stance, just in case this one tried to get up and flee.<br/><br/>(((OOC Held Action in case the black one tries to run )))<br/><br/>"I shall spare thee if you yield.  Tell me what you know of the crown and the one that wears it."  She spoke with out a variance in her voice, just like the hard cold line of s sharpened steel blade.  Her golden eyes bore into his, forcing a held stare.  "Speak, and speak quickly!"