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 guardsmen
a cowardly guard nervously awaiting an attack
I'm afraid they are coming up the stairs. Why couldn't they go the other way?!? I can't fight! I'm going to run!
you're right, I must be brave else not only the king, but I will die here in this vile barracks. Wear my chest plate. You'll have great protection. It's normal to feel a little bit afraid, but you cannot let it get in the way of you doing your job. Look, nothing against you but I am not going to die here, for a king who can't even stop filling his face with wine and meat. Doe's he even know we are being attacked? probably not. Attack me all you want. Unlike you, I am not afraid. And do not judge the King. Another word for you and you'll lose your life in the gallows instead of these barracks! I will not fight for him, I am leaving this place alive I've had enough of this nonsense! Whether you like it or not, you have been appointed to this position. Get over your fears and do your job! thank you, i needed that Good. Now put your fears behind you. Think of something pleasant that you plan to do after you are done in the barracks. I know it's rough here, but you won't be here forever and if you do your job, you won't die here. All excitement, it makes me want to dance. Will you dance with me? Sounds as if you are losing your mind a little. Try and calm down! I just cant stop, Im a nervous dancer! As long as you don't wet your pants when you are nervous!