The room is very cold with lovely shades of yellow and blue with a striking sunrise beaming through the bay window onto the modern style wicker furniture and glass side table.
The forest is very bright and on the verge of autumn and with all the foliage waiting to fall onto the ground is creating a slightly damp humid feeling as the oak trees are barely holding onto their leaves in the crisp morning air.
The path is a very well travelled path that is wide enough for the horse drawn carts to be pulled along with out touching the trees, the path easily navigated due to its bright red dirt that is packed down hard from the horses and carts
The path ends at a perfectly flowing stream that supplies many local villagers with fresh drinking water and provides the water carting horses with a much needed drink as it does the same for the men who lead them there.
It seems as though when one of the villagers when passing through the river stream had lost one of his large flasks as he passed over the several large rocks upon exiting,which he will surely miss as this is the water that would provide nutrition for his family in the coming days.
The key is atleast 3 inches long and antique in style and was more than likely the key to the tailgate of the water carting wagon that had previously dropped the water flask when leaving the stream.