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 guardsman
wench
I bring wines and ales to the patrons in the pub. I sing songs for extra money. I hope to leave this place.
Where am I? Oh good, you're awake. Don't try and move too fast. You've been out since late last night. What happened to me? Well, myself and some of the other Guardsmen were called to settle a disturbance at the nearby Tavern. By the time we arrived, it was full blown madness thanks to those drunken halflings. Ohh that does ring a bell, at least a bit. Where do I end up in that situation then? Well I'm not entirely sure, Miss! In the process of getting things settled, one of my Guards found you passed flat out behind the bar. Is any of this starting to come back at all? Yes... I think so. But I can't remember what left me out on the ground at all... Hmn. We weren't entirely certain either. Judging from the shape of the rest of the bar, you could have been part of the collateral damage or another victim of what riled up those halflings. That sounds about right, I guess I'd need to ask around to really be sure. That's the thing, you weren't the only one we found laid out. You're just the last to wake up. How many were knocked out?! Let's just say it was a very long night. Right now we've got the Royal Chemist inspecting our biggest lead: Enchanted Dwarven Ale.