The room is warm and sunny. Looking around I see that it is sparsely furnished with antique furniture. The bed that I am in is made of iorn with simple curved designed in the headboard. The windows are open and a soft summer breeze gently blows the sheers curtains.
The trees in the forest are very very tall and very green. The trail is wide and the forest seems to invite me in. There are birds singing. Wild flowers decorate the path's edge.
The path is wide and easily traveled. It is wide enough for two wagons to pass side-by-side. The path is smooth with no tree roots to trip over. There are no rocks in the path. I do not see anyone else traveling the path at this time.
The path come to and end on the bank of a large mountain stream. The water is not deep, nor is it moving too swiftly. There are smooth stones in the water. The water itself is very cold, but refreshing. It is not so cold that is hurts. The water is clear...you can see everything through it.
The drinking vessel is a piece of hand-crafter glazed pottery. It is in the shape of a simple smooth bowl that just fits into the cup of my hands. The color of the pottery is a mixture of light and dark blues....mostly dark rich midnight blue.
The key is rather small in size, maybe 2 inches long. It is dull in appearence. The head of the key has three circular openings...the on in the middle is a raised a little hicher than the others. It's too small to open a large lock....it could possible open a armoire or a lock on a chest.