It was a difficult climb, but the group eventually made it to Leslie’s family farm, which cut across the mountain path. It was considered out of town, as it was too small to be incorporated into the city. The hamlet had a collection of farms, the main village an open market where trades were held. It was called Northton. It was almost a ghost town. With the heavy rains set upon the hamlet most people stayed inside. Much of the movement seemed centered around people's garages as they backed up their trucks to get them out of the downpour. It was quite beautiful in Northton this time of year. In the mountains the leaves started to change for the autumn quite early leaving a spread of golds and oranges across the landscape. The cobblestone streets were littered with leaves creating a serene rhythm as the raindrops drummed against the fallen foliage.