This is a single large room, with an aisle leading up to where the magistrate sits, which is behind a bench and podium, on either side of the aisle there are wooden pews for spectators. There are a few maps on the walls and a flag of the land, and a statue of a thief having his hands chopped off by lady justice
Town Courtroom, Town
soldier
judge
I am the judge in a small village.  I try to be accurate when judging cases.  I am tough be fair.
Ah, I've been expecting you. You have been accused of deserting your post and instead cavorting with wenches in a tavern in the next town. Have you anything to say?  Well, sir, I can explain... What is this? That should be in your possession!  My nerves...I didn't mean to run...but the enemy.... You are a soldier, boy! What would happen if all of your ilk deserted in the  face of danger?  ...the kingdom would be lost, sir... Yes soldier, it would be lost! And do you know what the penalty for desertion is?  Death, sir... Yes solider, death! And can you think of a reason why you should be spared this penalty?  No, sir.  It's what the law says, and...it's probably the only brave thing I'll ever do, is face the consequences like a man. Perhaps, soldier, given your youth and your admission of guilt, I could make an exception  You could, sir?