Fifteen.

Stupid Farmers.

One less family to till the grounds.

One less group of people to prey on the weak and take them to be sold.

In other news, I've put forth the plans to have the cottage rebuilt. No longer in the plains, now in the snowy recesses of the mountains I once lived on. Elenoire will have a room of her own; equipped with her own door to come and go. We are not together, but she does need a more secure environment to dwell in.

It should be completed in less than a cycle, now.