Yesterday the hosts natives we call the Parents went deep into the wilderness of these lands and procured some forms from the tribal authorities. Apparently these documents prove that we are the property of the Parents, via blood ties. we are sort of confused by the need for these papers, but the Parents were thrilled. Hurrah for them, we guess? Our guess is no one in this time period has genetic ID tags yet. What-ever!
All in all, it's a good thing! it means we are officially the responsibility of these host people! Yay! No more having to forage for food, or find our way in the dark for the bathroom! (not that we were...yet)
Vaughn and I believe this occasion marks the true introduction into the Roster tribe. From here on out, our mission becomes perilous, as the further we get within the family circle, the more emotionally involved we potentially become to these savages. So, I guess Vaughn is probably going to have to strike a few things off his list of experiements he wanted to perform for the good of science. Sorry, future science people!
