The old rustic barn was settled on the outermost edge of the farm.  Standing tall over the fields, this two-story red barn cast a long shadow over the field surrounding it.  Large wooden doors that could be propped open with great effort would lead you directly inside.
Barn, Farm
guest
thief
I live alone in a tent in the woods. I steal food from the townspeople and coal from the blacksmith. The village police can not find me to put me in jail.
Oh...but dear person...I am but an old soul trying to make my way...please...STEP ASIDE! Age is just a number. Stealing is still stealing. You are a fool if you think you can stop me from stealing this meat...I am hungry and I've thwarted the village police for many a year. I can call police. And I've practiced karate when I was in elementary school. I didn't go to school...it was too hard for my parents to let me go...they needed us to work the farm...the King took our farm for his army. I'm sorry to hear that. Stealing still isn't right though. Just because the King took your guys farm doesn't mean you can take from others now. I've been doing just fine up to now...I will take my leave now and you will not stop me. Time for me to take control of this situation. Argh! You will not catch me...take that and that...I am free...I won't come back here again...that guest person means business! Ouch! How dare you! You have a lot of nerve!  You don't need this as much as I do...Now back off... That's my purse! I don't know you!