The room is blue, cluttered and messy. It's freezing, as if there's an open grate to the outside. There are two desks pushed up against one wall, a closet full of clothes and a bunk bed. There isn't anything on the walls, and nothing in the room that could be described as decoration except for the piles of clothes and random statuettes.
On either side of the path are huge, towering fir trees, a vibrant emerald green with the hint of sunlight peeking through the branches. It's a muted brightness, but it's obviously the middle of the day.
The path is wide and well-traveled and it's the deep, brown of the earth that stands in stark contrast to the surrounding trees. It's easily navigated, very smooth and flat.
The river at the end of the path is a crystal blue, completely transparent and beautiful with vibrant fish swimming up and down stream. There are large outcroppings of rocks in the middle of the river, making it easy enough to cross or to just sit in the middle.
It's a brown, leather water flask made out of deerskin. It's classically curved with a dark blue fabric shoulder strap.
The key is golden, ancient looking. The top is intricately carved, a Celtic knot of some kind. It looks to open a chest or drawer of some kind, rather than a door.