The room is constructed of stone walls, much like that from a castle. The furnishings are old but elegant and the air is crisp with dew.

The forest is dark and dense, the trees quite tall.

A narrow path leads through the forest, branching off in many directions.

The path dead ends on to a stream, a stream like none ever seen before, as if pulled from the pages of a children's fairy tale. The clear, sparkling water flows gently against gray rounded stone. The grass surrounding the stream is a bright green and appears freshly cut.

I stumble upon a silver and gold chalice left by the river bank.

A key is found. It is dark black, made or iron. It probably unlocks a large door leading into a castle or dungeon.