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 guardsmen
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!
But it was so scary.... I.. I..I thought I was gonna die! everyone dies but to die for the king is an honor you are lucky But I don't want to die! What if it hurts! i do not see how someone like you was even picked to be a guard Thank you for seeing that! Now can you get me out of this? I was forced to come here by my father. He wanted to make a man of me. well i agree with your father you better shape up and start practicing to fight But I don't know how to fight. I'm not very strong. well then you shall need training but no more of your whining  Ok, we can try this but I don't know if it's gonna work.  come on then have a go at me, you will learn your life is not yours its the Kings Please don't hurt me!!!! its training boy now get yourself together