The room is cool and barely lit, as though by candlelight. The bed is a gigantic, with intricately carved posts made of light colored wood. There are many large pillows and thick down covers. The sheets are smooth and cool, a luxurious golden cotton. Plush, creamy carpets are strewn about the grey stone floor, and there are heavy wooden tables about the large room, paired with large padded chairs. On the tables are piles of ancient books of every size. Half-burned candles, empty wine bottles, dirty cups and large bowls of luscious fruit cover the tables. There are few decorations about the room. The windows are half open, allowing the chilly morning breeze and rain to come into the room.
There are many very old pine trees, the tops too high to see. The foliage starts high up, so I can easily walk beneath them without getting tangled in the branches. Some light streams through the tree tops, but it is a bit dark.
The forest floor is clean, and the path is clearly marked and often travelled.
A clear, icy stream runs perpendicular to the forest path. It is about three feet wide, and lined with smooth grey stones. The water is running from right to left, and is sparkling clear and drinkable.
The cup is a white, two-handled footed cup made of fine porcelain.
The key is ancient, a large brass skeleton key, and hangs from a red velvet cord. It opens a door in a nearby abandoned castle.