[The ground here is stone; no grass, no soil, just pock-marked grey rock, with water in the little crevasses. It's dark all around, but that's okay. At the center of it, pushing back the shadows, is a fairly cozy cook fire. On top, there's a bubbling pot of something that smells good.]

[There's also this guy, perched on an outcropping of rock. He keeps looking away from the fire, out toward the area beyond the fire's light.]