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
farmer
guest
I am provided a special place to sleep. I may be tired after my travels. I am furnished with warm hospitality and a good meal.
Ah, I've often heard of the poetic farmers of Limberlost, but I didn't realize I'd be so luck to come across one in my travels!  Do you... understand me if I speak thus?  Or must I rhyme to... thee and thine? Your words are strange dear guest of mine, do you have as much trouble with my words as I do with thine? In truth dear friend, I mean not to offend!  Rhyming to me is a difficulty. But I shall strain, to join your refrain. Ah, your words are now quite clearly understood!  Did you travel far?  Pass the Mirkmire wood? I traveled over hill and dale, I traveled far and without fail; Murkmire indeed I did go past, I traveled quick, I traveled fast! Where is it now you plan to go?  I wish you safe journey, be it fast or slow. In truth, good sir, I do not know.  I travel wherever my feet may go!  Have you heard of dangers hence?  Dragons often make me tense. The drakes of the north you should not fear, the King's men are encamped not far from here. The King's men, you say?  Well then, if I may... I might traverse that way, though here I might delay.  Your fields and farms are so very nice; your wheat is fresh, and no sign of mice! Goblins have been seen near the road, and the witched turned my daughter into a toad!  There is naught much more for me to do, but sit with my thoughts and drink a brew. Of goblins and witches I have no fear; although I am always good for a beer!  Perhaps a spell I yet may have, for wrongful enchantments do make me mad. Come join me then, and drink with me.  I am sure you have many tale with which you can regale me!