Run down and smelly, the barracks houses a dozen of the king's guardsmen.  It's made of wooden slats nailed together somewhat hastily, and the brisk air from the outside whistles through some small cracks between the panels.  There are six beds in an open sleeping quarter, with a wooden chest at the end of the bed where the guardsmen store their personal belongings.
The Barracks, Outside Castle
king's guardsman
king's guardsmen
As Kingsguard my duty is to protect my Lord. I am sworn to defend him into death and beyond. My honor is my life.
Same old same old. Making sure nobody stabbed the king on his chamber pot. How about you brother? I got to throw a drunk noble out of the banquet hall. Lord Bartley's cousin or some such.  Ha ha ha ha, I bet the old goat deserved it. Say, who's the girl sitting on the bed over there? Ah right, forgot you haven't been here long. This here's Matilda. She brews the best ale this side of Hornsby, runs the tavern down in the town. Well she sure is a pretty wench! Ale you say? I could do with a tankard.... or 7. Now you're talking! So how are you liking the guard's life? better than farming turnips? Sure is! I had never slept in a room with only small cracks in the walls before. And there is no money in turnips since they started breeding those giant ones over by Canterbury. This is for the ale, Matilda, and some extra for you if you bring some of that gooseberry mead. Say, do you drink mead ... er... sorry forgot your name Baldric. And gods yes I drink mead! Doesn't everyone? Matilda, you don't happen to have a sister do you? I don't think she does, but there are plenty of fine lasses around the tavern for a bachelor like yourself I bet the girls just love a man in uniform. Shall we blow this smelly barracks and go down to the tavern? The missus is expecting me back tonight, but go drink a pint for me.