A dilapidated wooden structure with a caved in roof and debris everywhere.  Even the trees outside the house are falling apart.  There's waist high grass leading to the house along with a dirt path.
Ruined house, Abandoned
spider
vagrants
I don't have any place to live, and I exist at the fringes of the town's society, sneaking a night's sleep in a barn, begging for food in return for work at cottage doors.  When I've worn out my welcome in a particular town, I move onto the next one. I don't really have a role to play in society.
Hey! I'm here. I hope you don't disturb me either. Nobody's here, you bum, just a spider. Who are you talking to? I can hear whispers. I'm going insane. Wait can you ... can you understand me? I make out what you're saying, but very faintly. How long have you been here? Oh, a month or two? Before this I had a little web in the mulberry tree out back, and before that, the shed of the next hut over. How did you come to understand spidertalk? It's not a common skill I guess all my time being alone among your kind. Among rats too. I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore. Hm. The spidertalkers I've met were all wizards or spies, powerful folk Maybe I'm magical then. I sure don't feel like it though. I'm an outcast. No place to go. No place to see. Well, spiders here plenty of rumors, plenty of whispers. Might be a way to make something out of it, if you're willing to catch a few tasty grubs in exchange Maybe you're right. Maybe it would at least give me a little direction in life. Well I don't have much in the way of secrets to offer, but check that pile of debris there, you might find a copper or two to get you started.