The room is circular, and slightly chill and dark, with elaborate wall hangings in dark, rich fabrics like brocades and velvets.

The forest is lush and green, with thick, loamy underbrush. The trees are oaks and pines, large and old, and seem to have a history of their own. Peering into the forest shows you that the dense foliage makes it dark and a little foreboding.

The path into the forest is small and rough hewn. It looks more like something made by the wearing of feet (but not many) than it looks like a planned path.

You find yourself at a small, guttering, muddy creek. The water seems to have carved a small niche for itself out of the rocks. It is clear and strangely, almost purple in colour.

On the bank of the creek there is an old, chipped gourd. It has obviously been painted and is quite ornate, if faded.

the key is bright, shiny, and made of a silver metal. It resembles the skeleton keys of olden days. Perhaps it is for a chest of some sort?