You arrive to find an overgrown garden. Vines trail from cracked stone walls. Moss sways on the oak boughes overhead, creating a cool, damp refuge from the afternoon sun. It is a peaceful place, but there is no sign of the one you seek.
Or, is there? Just before you give up your search, you notice a narrow passage through the vines. Parting them, you duck past a collapsed iron gate.
Here, on the other side of the garden wall, you find a door carved into the great trunk of a tree. Upon the door is a wooden sign that reads: "Lo, Traveler! Here is what you seek."