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!
Wench, what are you doing in this room. Hello. I'm cleaning up our pub bottles the guardsmen left here. Drinking them more likely. I need this room to umm... be a lookout. That is fine as I am done here. You seem a bit on edge. Are you expecting something? Have you not heard. We are under attack. My goodness, I thought the war was over! No, it.. it.. is just beginning. I've got to get home, warn the children! You won't make it. You are safer here, I think. Look at you, you're hurt. I think I will lay down on a bed. There is one right here. I will take your shield. 