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
a large experienced guard with a grizzly expression.
wench
I bring wines and ales to the patrons in the pub. I sing songs for extra money. I hope to leave this place.
Hello...who goes there? It's just a guard.But this is the barracks. What are you doing here woman? I bring wines and ales to the patrons in the pub. I sing songs for extra money...that is why am here at the barracks. I see, thank you for clarifying ma'am. I just take my job seriously. I hope to leave this place as soon as possible. Understandable. We aren't the nicest looking bunch, and it can get rowdy at times. Just be safe. So you plan staying here forever? Well it is my livelihood. I don't know much else outside the life of the military and battle. I don't exactly have a face or persona for anything else. There is more to life than these. You should come out more Is that so? Well, I'm not exactly the fun type. I don't even really enjoy jokes. Wow! You live a very strange life then. I have heard that before, but it's the only life I know really.