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Grandfather,
 
Chang's condition worsened, hour by hour he seems to get more distant. The book... the demon... I don't know what to do. He is my brother, I love him, and it hurts to see him like this. I even miss his lectures, I miss his snarky comments, I miss my brother - I want him back even if he is a bit of a prick. Not that I'd ever admit this to him, I almost blasted him with holy magic to temporarily get the book away from him - he threatened to kill me in some weird form of celestial. Probably a good thing we didn't get into a fight considering what happened in the Training Grounds when we were young...
 
But alas, the sorrows of my heart bare no interest to history so I shall tell you about the Kanzuri I met. Sorinda Gawinir stands tall, towering over men but he's gentle, his whole aura is gentle. As strong as a mountain, but as gentle as a breeze would seem appropriate, like what the tales tell about the Kanzuri. He cares about justice, but does not seem to want to shed blood unnecessarily - we were tasked with dealing with Bandits who harrassed Refugees and he convinced us not to just dispatch them and to instead let justice take it's course.
 
The bandits were dispatched, but Juvar fell in the battle - he survived, blessed be T'Sifa who grants me the ability to heal. We saved those who were doomed to become Slaves, and while there is an opportunity to destroy this slavers ring but someone needs to fix Chang's mess and I feel like that person is, unfortunately, me, and Juvar, and Sorinda.
 
Oh, I'm considering buying property in the Eastern Monarchy, or maybe somewhere close. When I eventually return home I'd like a place to stay while I visit Juvar - somewhere we can renovate and bring up to our standards. A holiday home by the sea, with a private beach that we could drink Mai Tais on.
 
Much love,
Xin