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
wench
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!
I...I really don't know. I don't think I can perform right now. I'm way too nervous...when is the enemy going to arrived?! There, there hon.  Everything is going to be alright.  They probably won't even show up. Oh my...I really shouldn't be thinking about you right now. I have to prepare myself for battle! Oh my god! Sugar!! I am telling you everything will be fine!!  Can I sing you a song? For a few coins of course, Yes yes, have my coin purse, sing me the song! This one is from my homeland. It is called Lothar the Worthless and it is about the adventures of the worst warrior of the tribe.  ...perhaps you have a song about the BEST...most BRAVEST warrior of the tribe? Oh, of course!  Someone more like you.  Right, hon? R...r...right. By the way, sorry if I threw up a little there. The barracks are pretty open so it shouldn't smell too bad. Oh, you silly goose! Always joking in the face of certain death.  Lets have some wine, do you still have some coins?   Take them all! I'll be dead by morning anyway! Oh, thank you!  You know I have been looking to relocate maybe you are just the fella to help me.