Dear Sensei,
I cannot thank you enough for the tea. I have been carefully rationing it, as a cup of hot tea is such a delight during the cold nights in these mountains. The steamed buns are as delicious as the day I left Saptagiri as well. Though it is not quite the same enjoying such treats alone, it is something to look forward to nonetheless.
The translation process is not going quite as smoothly as I might like. My roommate and I were the only ones to meet our initial deadline, and it would seem that Bishop De Borel has already dismissed three acolytes. However, I suspect that the others simply required more time to adjust to the change of scenery. Surely, in time we will all be up to speed. The texts are growing more complex over time, but not overwhelmingly so.
In my moments of respite I have taken some time to become better acquainted with Artemesia. I also sat in on Bishop De Borel’s sermon this Saysday. I intend to do so again next week. I can see why the Bishop is respected so. She is an eloquent speaker, and very earnest. I am unaccustomed to being surrounded by people who are so frank. I have forgotten just how boisterous the followers of the Mother Sun can be. I continue to remind myself that they intend to be friendly rather than rude, but the cultural divide is an obstacle which has proven difficult to surmount. I suppose we must give these things time and patience.
I hope that when next I write I will have better news to report on. Until then, I intend to continue to work diligently to meet Bishop De Borel’s expectations. As always, I hope that all is well at Saptagiri and look forward to the day upon which we may discuss the project at length. For now, I would rather not bore you with the minute details.