It is a reasonable living temperature, not perfect, but unchanging with time. There are no windows to the outside, only a collection of posters and a few doors. There is a short wall, and many desks. The desks are covered in paper, computers and dirty dishes.

It dark in general, with many bright patches. Bamboo and stuff are growing. There is no sound but the wind blowing.

The path is barely visible, shrouded in darkness and mystery. There are few obstructions, but it is quite uncertain where it leads.

The stream is wide and rather deep, it is slow-moving. There are many rocks causing small breaks in the flow, but the water remains calm. The water is very clear and cold.

A small bag, with a spout, it is simple, but well made and beautiful... for a water bag anyway.

A large silver key, wandlike except for the mechanism on the end. It might unlock an old tome of wisdom or the door to a great hall.