It is a small room. The blinds are shut, but the sunlight is showing through the blinds. The room is carpeted. It's a small loft, upstairs. The staircase leading to the room is split into two levels with a landing. There are built in bookshelves on one wall, and a writing desk on the other wall. It is painted a light color. The bookshelves are painted white.

There are gaps between the trees. They are not too closely packed, but are not distant from each other. There is a lot of space. The tops of the trees are very rounded. There is some sunlight peaking through the tops of the trees. There is enough light to see, but it is not bright. The ground is very damp in places. From the outside, it looks much darker than it is once I am inside.

The path is dirt. There are small rocks jutting out of the path. The path is well-defined in the middle, and the edges of the path bleed into the surrounding grass and leaves. From the beginning of the path, there is a hill and the rest of the path is hidden. Further down, the path curves to the left. The path is barely wide enough for two people standing shoulder to shoulder, and the most defined part of the path is only wide enough for one person.

It is a small inlet of water, lapping gently against the shore. About three quarters of a mile away, the inlet feeds into a huge lake. I cannot see how large the lake is. The water is dark. The shore is grassy. I think animals probably drink from this inlet often, but I do not see any currently. The water is also very cool. Too cold to swim in for long.

It is a beer mug, one of the fancy ones with ornate designs on the sides and a metal top. It is heavy, and barely stuck in the mud.

The key is thick bronze. Old looking. Has a square head and the handle is rounded into an oval shape. It probably unlocks a heavy wooden chest or a trunk.