Small barn like building, with old wooden doors and not many windows. It has different rooms as well as a decent sized kitchen.
The living quarters, Farm
grandfather
grandmother
I am the humble knight's grandmother. I knit him warm underclothes and ask the deities to provide protection. I am cooking lamb stew when he returns from the war. While he is gone, I must take care of this farm on my own.
Dear, could you pass me my medicine? Sure thing sweetie. And my coffee? Let me put a pot on for you… You know the doctor doesn't want you walking on that leg. Thank you dear. Do you like my new knitting? You've worked so hard on it, yes.  It's a portrait of our son...may he rest in peace. That's just what our home needs: A cross-stitch portrait of our dead son. I hope it's before the leprosy ate away his face. ...I can still change it. Totally up to you sweetie.  You're nearly blind anyway. Don't pretend like you can see it. Which is why I'm wondering why you asked my opinion in the first place… You know I only give you a hard time because I love you right?