The stone beneath you is polished almost to a perfect shine. There are some imperfections, though, as if someone had chipped at it in places, though not too many places. To the east, a rocky cliff rises. Southward, the path is rougher and begins to rise. To the west you see lush green grass dotted with flowers of brilliant hues. The sound of water falling rapidly into a pool delights your ears from the north, and looking in that direction, you see that the path continues, polished and flat as it is here.