Autor's note: This might be a little OOC, especially when you consider that these are adults, not children, but I always liked that little game and wanted to write something with it. Sorry it took so long, but it was fanfiction's fault not mine!

"Smithy, will you please ask Gunther if he has a better idea?" Jane said with a stubborn look on her face.

"Do you have a be-"

"Please tell Jane that I do."

"He doe-"

"Please tell Gunther that barging into his house will not work. He probably has guards, and we could not take all of them."

"Barging into his house wo-"

"Please tell Jane that if she thinks her plan is so great, why she doesn't do it herself."

"If you think your pl-"

"Tell Gunther I can't because he won't sell a knife to a girl, because I'm the only woman who knows how to fight." Jane was beginning to get upset.

"She can't becau-"

"Tell Jane that her 'plan' is not going to work, even with me, and we only have one chance." Gunther was too.

"Your plan is no-" Smithy was at least tired of being interrupted.

"Tell Gunther that it would if he could get past his enormous ego."

"Tell him yourself! I'm a Smith, not a messenger boy!" Smithy stormed out of the room, leaving them in shocked silence for a moment.

"I do not have a giant ego!"

"Oh, yes you do!

"Well, at least in comparison to yours it isn't that big!"

"At least I don't parade around my superiority, which by the way you don't even have. Your father tried to kill the King whom we serve!" Jane said through clenched teeth.

"I told you to never mention that again!"

"What, that your father killed the innocent Princess?!"

"Innocent?! She was toying with the emotions of half of the squires!"

"And for that she deserved to die!"

"That doesn't mean you can just bring that up! It was my father, not me!"

"How do we know?! Maybe we shouldn't have intervened in your questioning!"

"How dare you! How dare you imply I had anything to do with that!"

"For all we know, you did!"

Gunther's voice dropped from a shout to a whisper. "I would never hurt the royal family, not for anything. I swore an oath, Jane." It was the first time he had ever said her name without having even the slightest hint of love.

"We all know how much your oaths mean to you," Jane responded, also dropping to a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"If I hadn't said no, repeatedly, you would have gladly broken an oath."

"To whom?"

"To your wife. You leave her alone when she needs you most, to chase after me."

"We will do your plan. It will work."

OoOoO

Gunther strolled into the shop. Pal was by all appearances an honest general wares salesmen. There were forks, spoons, dinner knives, plates, pots, pans, bowls, tapestries, rugs, pillows, quilts, pitchers, vases, and even a few books, all for sale. Gunther looked over everything with a buyer's eye, before finally turning to speak to Pal.

"I few days ago, I got into a fight with a man in a village to the south. He had the most extraordinary blade, and when I beat him I asked him where he got it, and he told me he bought it from you. But I do not see a single thing that could be a knife, except the table knives." Gunther chuckled at his joke.

Pal looked him up and down before deciding that this fearsome man would be a man that would appreciate his weapons. And if he wasn't, well, he could take care of him. "Follow me," Pal grunted, turning his back to Gunther, moving further behind the counter. Gunther hopped over, and followed the businessman. Pal came up to what appeared to be just another panel in the wall. When Pal placed his hand on one of the knots of wood, the panel slid aside to reveal a great assortment of knives.

Pal moved up to one of the walls on the left and grabbed one of the knives. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, while pulling the blade forward, revealing the bone beneath.

"No, I have no idea," responded Gunther.

"This is the finest steel you will ever find."

"How is it made?"

The man fumbled for an answer. "It is heated far greater then any other forge could."

"Like a dragon blade?"

"Exactly."

"Where is this forge?"

Pal looked at Gunther another moment, then motioned him to follow once again. he knelt over the floor and pushed lightly against a board, and an entire panel slipped back to reveal yet another secret room. This was furnished on one side by a forge and on the other by a simple bed.

"It's ingenious, isn't it? If the knights of the realm come looking for me, I can hide in here. Even if they find the room above me, they'll never find the place where I'll be."

"Why would you need to worry about the knights?"

"Everybody needs a safe haven from knights, even you, mister brigand." Gunther looked surprised. "How did I know? The only people that ever want a blade from me are the brigands and thieves. It'll be a golden sun for the lower quality blades, and it goes up to twenty suns for the high quality."

"I only have two suns."

"Then a low quality it will be. " The man reached up for one of the blades. "What do you think of this?"

Gunther hefted the blade, testing it out, and then suddenly placed it against Pal's throat. He then took it away, just as swiftly. "This will do." He handed over the two suns without a word, and walked out the still open door to the blade room. He exited the shop and made his way to the inn where they were staying. He walked into Smithy's room, tossed the blade against the bed in disgust, and pronounced, "We have him."