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
thief
peasant
I am a poor humble peasant.  I have spent my whole life toiling from dawn to dusk to till the land of my lord.  My back aches and my knees have little bend left in them.  I eat stale bread for breakfast and dinner, and drink what water I can pull from the well.  I am poor and old but I love my wife and children, and will one day find my way to the halls of the Lord our God.
who are you and what are you doing here? I could ask you the same!