As Prometheus and the group walked onward, the looming mountain in the distance seemed to quiet down, it's constant eruptions lessening to nothing but a few streams of magma.  Prometheus took this as a sign of good luck, and without hesitating a moment later, he leaped off of Neff and dashed forward, sliding through the gravel and ash piles.  Ahead, a five large slabs of white, ash covered stone leaned against each other providing a good place to rest for the night.<br/><br/>Prometheus approached, stumbling several times over the dark, gritty stone beneath him.  Three of the large slabs of rock had been stacked horizontally on top of two others, creating a small rectangular shelter, with two open entryways on either side. The ash in the air swirled around the small shelter, but from what Prometheus could see, the inside of the crag like room was untouched by the mountain's burning tears.<br/><br/>"Guys!  Down here!  I found a place to rest!"  Prometheus waved, gesturing towards the cave with his stump.  Turning forward, he ran ahead, sliding through the burning ash piles into the small front entrance.  As he ad hoped, the inside was free of ash, and yet the room was warm because of the amounts of heat radiating from outside.  What was more, a small, burnt-out campfire sat in the middle.  Upon further inspection Prometheus found a worn ruck-sack near the fire.<br/><br/>"Guys!  C'mon!", he shouted over his shoulder, before rustling through the bag.  Inside was a single packet of withered, mixed seeds, and a leather, Rehno-skin pouch used to carry water.  unfortunately it was empty, but perhaps it could come in use later.  With a sigh, Prometheus sat back in the small room, clutching his knees, waiting until the others arrived.  He too found it strange that no difficulties had been presented to them yet, but then again they had only just arrived in the Bad-Lands, and surely they would go unnoticed for at least the first day.