The road is beaten dirt. If you'd been pulling a wagon, you'd probably have made camp by now, as the moonlight isn't quite up to the task of lighting the path forward and you can't be sure that it's safe. But at a walking pace, it's not so bad. As you're walking the path you see a fire, tended to by a man who does have a cart and so must have set up camp some time ago.
The man is middle-aged, with dark hair and skin. He is slightly portly, and is not tending to his own fire or the stew cooking above it. Rather, it seems to stir itself. Upon seeing you, he lifts a hand. "Hello, the road!"
"Will you share my fire?"