Rooms

  You stand at the edge of a lush valley filled with chest-high grass

blowing in the wind.  The willowy grass teems with life.  Little pink pixies

flutter through the air in cloud-like groups and colorful butterflies flit

from flower to flower, occasionally trying to draw nectar from a

particularly bulbous dwarf's nose.  The deafening hum of songbirds and elven

laughter fills the air.  The valley slopes downward to the north.  You can

hear the merry babbling of a river winding through the depression's center.