It's a plain wooden building that has survived many harsh seasons.  The floor of the stable is covered in hay and there's food and pieces of farm equipment stored inside.
Stable, Farm
peasant
donkey
I am a donkey in the stable.  I smell badly.  I bray very loudly.
I hope you're not thinking of eating me. I'm just a smelly donkey. *Hee haw Me? Nooo, not at all. That would be cruel. Speaking of cruel, may I ask why there's a dead body strung to my back? It's smelling rather nasty! Are you mad? There is nothing of the sort! My nose never lies! There's definitely something heavy and rank on my back! Let me see if I can shake it off! My goodness, it would appear so! Let me have a closer look. This bucket here carried some of his possessions. Maybe you can have a look at that too! Good thinking!  I don't suppose you recognize this individual? This is a small village after all. I don't think so, he is barely recognizable. How did he end up here? All I remember is having his body tied up to my back and being ordered to walk back to the stable.  Oh well no wonder, I thought he was alive as he was put on your back.