Elder: Or rumors of one, at any rate. People claim to have spied a desert village that sometimes appears during sandstorms. Tales speak of a legendary Goddess Staff that sleeps there, but who can really say?
Chrom: That sounds like it could be helpful. It may be nothing more than idle talk, but it still bears further investigation.
Elder: Just take care, sir. The sands are home to armed barbarians. Every year sees a few villagers go chasing the myth and finding the grave instead. I'll not stop you, but be sure you're well armed and fully prepared.
Laurent: Ah, apologies! I am Laurent, a traveling mage and scholar. And perhaps more saliently, I am Miriel's son.
Chrom: Wait, you mean OUR Miriel? Oh, right. So then you must have traveled back and... Er, right?
Laurent: Excellent! Your comprehension spares me the botheration of further explication.
Chrom: ...Yep. You're Miriel's kid all right. So have you come all this way in search of your mother?
Laurent: Just so. She wrote of a mirage village in one of her records. I thought it might offer some clue to her current whereabouts. And acquiring the Goddess Staff is a worthy motive, besides.
Chrom: Any luck with that?
Laurent: Nay, sir. Much to my vexation, staff and village both elude me.
Chrom: I suppose it wouldn't be a legend if you could just stumble upon it in the market.
Laurent: Well put! And yet, not all is lost. Meeting you here is success enough. I was quickly reaching the limits of what one man can do alone. Might I lend my might yo your cause? I assure you I will not be a burden.
Laurent: That mirage village must be located very near to here... Though I fear my own search for it has borne naught but ill fruit. No doubt Mother would have this mystery unraveled in moments, were she here...
Elder: Not many make it out this far. You must be near exhausted from the sands. Here, then. Take this as a reward for your efforts. ...A mirage village? No, everyone can see us just fine! Ha ha ha! Perhaps you'll find what you seek on the far side of the oasis...
Elder: Not many make it out this far. You must be near exhausted from the sands. Here, then. Take this as a reward for your efforts. ...A mirage village? Yes, my mum used to sing cradle songs of such a thing. "Find the last tree north of the oasis shore... Then two steps north and one step more!" Er, or something like that. It's not like the place really exists, anyway.
Elder: Well, well. This village does not often play host to outsiders... Few hold faith in that which cannot be seen to exist, yet I sense such faith in you. Here, then. Claim what you have come for. I hold my own faith that you will use it with wisdom.
Chrom: Just what was that place, in the end? Something beyond our ken, I suppose... Maybe a small proof that faith, even in the intangible, can still be rewarded? Like faith in a better future, perhaps. ...Heh. That's treasure enough for me.
Laurent: Tell me honestly—how would you assess my performance?
Miriel: You have certain natural deficiencies, but you compensate for them well. I surmise this is the product of considerable time and effort.
Laurent: Hah! The best response yet! You're as perspicacious as you are blunt, Mother.
Laurent: Indeed. I am your future progeny.
Miriel: Do you have concrete evidence to substantiate this proposition?
Laurent: I have a ring which is the same as yours. Quite literally.
Miriel: ...Fascinating. It does appear identical.
Laurent: Do two instances of a unique object coexisting constitute sufficient proof?
Miriel: To be sure, time travel is one viable hypothesis to explain the rings. But the possibility also exists that you pilfered the ring from said time traveler. As a means of identification, I fear it inconclusive.
Laurent: ...An astute criticism. I'm uncertain that any truly conclusive case can be mounted to prove my claim. But I intend to spend the rest of my life investigating the matter, if necessary. A single-minded pursuit of the truth may be the best proof of my heredity.
Miriel: This is a reasonable assumption. But I'm afraid a unilateral investigation is hardly credible.
Laurent: Then how should--
Miriel: However, I have no material evidence to suggest you are not, as you claim, my son. I shall conduct an inquiry of my own. We'll investigate the matter until a clear conclusion emerges. ...Together. Until then, I will grant the fundamental assumption that you are, in fact, my child.