It is a cave, with few furnishings. It is warm, with a slight breeze blowing inside. A rock ledge is covered with a sleeping bag, a fur or a cloak covers the ground next to a circle of rocks surrounding ashes of a spent fire. A tapestry of a dragon is hung over the entrance, fluttering in the breeze as if the dragon is flying.
The forest is swathed in alternating dark shadow and bright patches of sunlight. The trees are hardwoods like oak and maple, with a few evergreens scattered about. There is assorted bushes as well, blueberry and blackberry, though not bearing fruit right now. The ground is covered with old leaves.
The path is visible, although unmarked. A stretch of dirt winding through the forest, around trees and bushes, wide enough for one person to comfortably walk. It is in harmony with the forest, thus it is easy to navigate. The dirt is rough, but without debris.
The small stream is very shallow, burbling over the rocks of its bed. It is moving quite rapidly. The water is clear and clean. I am tempted to take a drink from it.
The chalice is made of bronze, with small semi-precious stones (amethyst and hematite) creating patterns on the outside. The stem is shaped like a dragon.
It is a very small key, very plain. It looks like gold. It will open any door, a universal key.