A fireplace was crackling with heat, the dry wood that had been lit with magic slowly transforming into ash. It was a simple construction, a thin stone slab laid across two stunted boulders, a gap for a fireplace in between. The blackened sides on the otherwise reddish grey stones indicated that this wasn't the first time they had been used for this.
The fact that it was located right next to one of the few sources of wood, not to mention the way it looked, made it an easy assumption that this was left behind by some prior adventuring group, rather than being a natural formation. It laying within a depression within the landscape, protecting whoever claimed the place from the winds in a limited capacity, only lent further credence to that idea. A place to spend a last night before entering the dungeon.