The room is warm. About 75 degrees or so. Not so toasty yer sweatin' your nuts off, but not cold. There's a big cushy bed, some fun posters, a TV and Stereo, and lots of books.

It's kinda dark, because it is in the woods, but the sun's still shinking through the trees in enough spots to not make it foreboding. There's some birch trees, elm, maple, all the fun stuff that's common to wisconsin.

The path is pretty easy to navigate, with a few branches here and there, and maybe a few plants poking in from the sides. It's wide enough for a person, but too narrow to drive a car through. I'd wager it's a deer path. It's definitely well-traveled, so it's obviously pretty visible.

It's a little stream, prolly about five or six feet wide. It's not very deep or fast moving, just a happy little babbling brook. The water's clear, and cold, with no nasty stuff to see.

It's an old-style tankard. Silver, wide-mouthed, with a clear glass bottom. Intricate etchings adorn the sides and handle.

It's an old-style brass skeleton key, with a pretty little swirl around the head. I'd guess it unlocks a house somewhere.