The room is warm, of moderate size and dark because the curtains of the two windows are closed. Only some light falls through the little gap between the curtains of the window just opposite the huge four-poster bed. The walls are of dark wood, and there is a thick, soft carpet on the floor. There is a vase full of asters and gerbera on a small table next to the second window. A chandelier is hanging from the ceiling, and next to the bed, there is a big oaken chest. There is a silver bowl on top of it.
There are many birch trees in this forest, also some pines. Sunlight falls through the leaves and onto the clearings full of high, yellow grass between the trees and bushes. There are animals here, several birds that I can hear, and I am almost certain a fox just scuttled by in the distance.
The path is narrow and grassy, obviously neither well-travelled nor fully abandoned. Nevertheless, it is easily navigated, with a mostly flat surface and few stones or holes. It is visible enough for me to find my way.
The path ends on the banks of a small, winding river. The water flows from east to west and is very clear. There are some rocks in the middle of the river, and the water is relatively flat.
There is a silver cup on the bank, half-buried in the sand. Except for a thin ring of finely chiselled vines running around its rim, it is quite austere, but gracefully shaped.
It is an old-fashioned iron key of average size, without any special decorations. I do not think it unlocks a door, but it might unlock a chest like the one I saw in the room I left earlier that day.