The road crosses the Frost River a few times on its way from the town to the farm. The river almost seems to keep you company along the way, murmuring and chattering over her rocky bed. Homes and businesses give way to crops and barns, and then to delightfully unkempt forest. Dappled sunlight makes the water sparkle.

A farm sits in a large clearing, the weathered wood and grey stone almost melting into the landscape around it. Gargoyles guard the gateposts, but they seem too mellow to be truly frightening. The wide driveway is well-kept, so no need to worry about your truck's suspension. You glimpse an old stone cottage with a large herb garden before pulling up to a large building that can only be an indoor arena. Although it's new and definitely larger than the surrounding buildings, it's built in a way that minimizes its bulk, and it fits in surprisingly well with the surroundings. Fences march off in several directions, full of lush grass and shade trees. To one side, several centuries-old stables and outbuildings peek out from the undergrowth, awaiting renovations.

Welcome to Riverside Farm.