The room is very warm. There is a huge four-poster bed made of rich oak. The comforter is a rich burgundy color and there are a ton of pillows. There is an ornate, somewhat oriental rug on the floor. The paintings on the wall are straight from literary classics and of course there is a huge bookshelf full of old volumes of the greatest in British, French, and Russian literature. The sun is streaming through the window and there is a big dresser that matches the bed in the corner.
It is a fairly thick forest, but there is a nice trail to follow. It is a warm day and the sun is shining, but the trees block much of it until I enter a clearing where the sun is brilliant. There are wild flowers a little stream of fresh water, and little animals scurrying about.
It is fairly easy to follow. You can tell where it is and it is narrow, but manageable.
It is a natural stream that is about 10 feet wide. The bottom is lines with big, smooth rocks. The water is cool, but very refreshing. In most areas it is about 10 inches deep.
It is an ancient clay jar. Sandy brown in color with a chip in the side. You can tell it's been there for a very long time.
It is an old looking key. All rusty and large. It is the key to a hidden passage found in some old ruins that lie ahead. In the passage is found the treasures of a family that lived long ago.