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.
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!
Um, who goes there? How can you not tell apart other guards? The quality of guards has really gone down lately. Hey we're trained to make sure nobody gets in here so I'm just doing my job. We're currently in the barracks. Who else would be here if not other guards? This is our living area, not the throne room. It's always better to be alert, anything can happen. There is a difference between caution and cowardice.  They both go hand in hand, but it is better to be cautious than cocky is what I always think. Are you saying I'm cocky? Um, no. Just that they are two sides of the same coin, is all... Hmm. I feel like I should probably put a word in to the captain to redo your training or replace you altogether. No matter your sophistry, the king's guardsmen have no need for cowards. I think I'm just as competent as any other guard on the force! Is that so? The other guards would have been able to block that attack. You are not even good at being a coward, allowing for a hit to land so easily.