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.
king's guardsmen
As Kingsguard my duty is to protect my Lord. I am sworn to defend him into death and beyond. My honor is my life.
Just the usual cold winds and boring shifts. Are you here to take over my shift for me? Can do if ya like. I've got enough back up at the jail for the night, figured I'd see if you guys needed any help. I'd appreciate that. The king has been working me like a dog recently. He's been worried about the unrest in the nearby miner village. Oh, unrest? I'll happily go over there and give them all a good slap if the King needs. What's going on over there? They aren't happy with the increased demand for iron making their shifts longer. He worries they will rise up and mount a strike Ha, well. Where do they think the swords come from? Iron doesn't mine itself. They want it all handed to them.  Indeed. In fact, I'm supposed to prepare the other guards here in the barracks to go to the village. You know, a show of strength to quell any ideas they might have. Makes sense. Power in numbers. What d'ya need me to do while you all get ready? Could you help me polish the guards armor? There are so many sets to go thru, it's tiring. If we both do it, we can both keep an eye out for anything suspicious, too. Sure thing, sir. Nothing like a shiny suit of armor to go into battle with. Haha, isn't that the truth. Has the king been working the guards hard, too? Yeah, same as always. I don't mind. No kids, no wife, gives me something to do. And sometimes it can be satisfying, giving a good punch to a drunk townsperson, can't it?