It is a cool room, but I am toasty warm under the covers. The bed is comfortable and in a corner. The furniture is old-fashioned and looks kind of worn. There are some wooden ladder-back chairs, and a roll-top desk with a leather writing surface. The floor is of a nice hardwood, but there is a large area rug in the middle of the room. The rug is mostly maroon in color. There are drapes on the three windows, and the drapes are pulled back at the sides. Sheer fabric covers the windows, however, so I can't see out. I think I am in Paris.
The forest is moderately dense Oregon pine forest (so I guess I am not in Paris!). There are lots of trees, but they are quite large and it is easy going as I hike through them. There is a river to my left, and it makes some nice background music.
The path is narrow and barely visible, but it doesn't matter. Navigating the forest is a pleasure, and it isn't too difficult if I keep going in the right direction. Somehow, I know that I just need to follow the river. Screw the path... it seems to be going in the same direction!
So... the river takes a hard right and crosses the path. Because the river here turns into a natural waterfall, the area is kind of loud, but absolutely beautiful! The water is cold and moves rapidly against the large rocks, but it isn't threatening. I think this would be a great place to fish.
It is a wooden gourd, with some intricate Native American carvings and a leather strap. The cap appears to be broken, but it sure is nifty-looking.
It is an old-fashioned skeleton key, gold in color but a little dirty, and I think it opens someone's old cabin or something.