From what little you can see, it's a small town much like most of the others you've been to. It's surrounded by a little wooden palisade with a few gates, though they don't seem to be guarded right now, which doesn't strike you as unusual. Who would want to attack such an unimportant place on a night like this? There are a few houses scattered outside the wall, all next to fields. Farms, clearly. Inside the wall, most of the buildings are made of wood with thatch roofs, built in the same unadorned square style, with a decorated door or a different kind of chimney here or there. Some have signs indicating that they're shops, the rest are probably houses of whoever else lives in the town. There are two buildings made of stone, both larger than the other buildings. You instantly recognize the one in the center of the town as a temple due to the spire with a holy symbol at the top. The other one, attached to the palisade with thick walls of its own and a courtyard surrounding a big house in the middle, probably begins to the ruler of the town, or, more likely, whoever runs the town on behalf of the actual ruler.
Through the exhaustion and the starvation, you try to contemplate your options as you stumble toward the town. There is surely an inn, but to stay there they will surely charge money that you don't have. You could go to someone's house and hope that they shelter you out of the generosity of your heart, but, as exceedingly unlikely as that is, you're better off going to one of the shops, or even one of the houses considering that whoever owns a house probably owns a business too, and offering to work for them in return for food and lodging. And money, hopefully, but right now you'll take what you can get. It's the same as you've been doing, but it's reliable, if not exciting. The temple might take you in for a while, but they would probably expect a tithe. Maybe you could go to the lord's house and pretend to be some envoy? You'd be cared for better than anyone else in the town. Then again, you wouldn't make a very convincing envoy, considering that you have no proof that you're anyone important. You don't even have a horse, just the wet, shabby clothes on your back. You could go there and apply to be a guard? Though an outsider with no training like you probably wouldn't be accepted.
By the time you pass through the unmanned gate, the rain has begun to pour down even harder, and you are suddenly beyond caring where you go or what you do, as long as it gets you into a warm, dry place. You stumble to the first building that shows signs of life and pound on the door.