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
judge
soldier
I'm a soldier. I'm paid to kill. This is a job, nothing more. I'm a mercenary in a lot of ways.
I'm a soldier and any crimes committed were committed in the name of the King. I assume you plead guilty then, yes? Please state guilty or not guilty for the Court's records, young man. I do not recognize your authority over military matters. Perhaps you should stick to trying cases involving petty thefts and robberies. You will respect the Court or you will be dishonorably discharged and thrown in jail, do you understand? The King himself appointed me over this matter, and therefore given me authority over your case. You would be wise to respect me. Now, how do you plead? not guilty, your honor. I see. Will you please recount for the Court your memory of what happened that night? On the advice of my attorney I have been instructed, due to matters of kingdom security, to not go into any  specifics regarding the events surrounding this baseless allegation. Fine, then. I will read the testimony of the victim's mother. She begins: "I had just gotten home from market, and I was carrying in the produce, when I saw bloody footprints headed around the cottage. I dropped the basket and ran around the back to see... and... well... My sweet Timothy was lying there. The Soldier was standing over him, holding a pipe, and splattered red. I screamed and ran away." Your honor, if I may approach the bench I am sure this can all be handled very quickly. May I have your permission to approach the bench? Aye, son. Make it quick. Now do you agree with me that this case should be dismissed and I should be found innocent of all charges. Double that, and I'll think about it.