Well, this game happened.
> "Well, it is not every day that a time traveler shows up from a thousand years in the past."
> "Anyway, are there any messages either of you would like to send to your ancestors? I would not recommend anything that risks you never coming to be, of course."
> Give a bit of a good-natured smile.> "It is admittedly a tricky affair. Not everyone I have asked has had an answer prepared. If you cannot think of anything, there is no shame in that."
> "That is certainly fair. Perhaps I will simply tell them that they can be proud of their descendants."
> "I could tell them to be ashamed of their descendants instead, if you prefer."
> Chuckle as well.> "Would you mind telling me the names of your parents? Perhaps I will be able to find them."
> "I would not name names, certainly. However, if you think telling them that they will have descendants at all is not a good idea, then I will not do so."
> "Very well."
> "Of course."
> "Certainly."
> Give Aka a curious look.
> Chuckle.> "You are truly students of Shameimaru."
>"Hmm... although i do not understand one thing, you aaid these clothes were from the daimyo herself correct ?"
>"And there was nobody to guard the spot ?">Would we have ever accepted leaving laundry unwatched like that ?
>"Hm, quite lacking in security then."
> "That or you two have Shameimaru's stealth talents as well. Or possibly both."