The barn is in bad shape, but appears to have seen some maintenance in the last year or so. Several posts and beams have been shored up, turning the thing from a danger into a rickety but serviceable stable. A dozen bales of hay are stacked against one wall.
The cottage is in much better shape, but still in need of maintenance. The walls are damaged in a few places, wooden shingles are missing from the roof, bricks are crumbling from the chimney, and there are broken slates in the shuttered windows. Still, the place appears to be solid, and provides a generous respite from the rain and wind.
Moving inside, you see that it consists of only a single large common room that contains a rough-hewn table littered with dishes, a half-dozen chairs, a few barrels of wine and beer, crates of provisions (mostly hard-tack and pemmican), a large brick fireplace/oven combination near which are stacked a few heavy iron pots, hooks and pegs for cloaks and clothing, and adequate space to lay out bedrolls and such.
In fact, judging from the dust on the floor it appears that until just recently there were a half-dozen bedrolls laid out on the floor. Embers still flicker in the fireplace, too...whoever was here left quite hastily, and probably no more than a half-hour ago.