The room smells like a pawn shop. A warm greenish wall with dark brown carpet and cheap garage sale paintings on the wall. The furniture is a love-seat that is baby poop colored, like rats gnawed at it.
The forest is dark with a lot of trees. Big oak trees. Very dense. Very little light penetrates. Lots of brush and wild grass growing. Large boulders.
The path is not very traveled. Large boulders in the way you have to walk around...starting to be grown over.
Um....man-made reservoir type. Muddy. Chocolate-milkish looking, foam around the edges of it....bubblies around the coast. Floaties all over in it.
It's a red glass bottle about one and a half foot long, very small mouth with a cork, and a string tying the cork to the bottle and the bottle looks as if it has been heated and stretched.
The key is a very rusty skeleton key with Celtic inscriptions on it. For some reason it has a very new piece of string tied to it, and it is mud-caked and I had to rub it off to see the designs. I think it unlocks a storm cellar, for some reason.