Human: Please generate a dreary scene outside a town keep with oil, kettles, a guard, and a pipe. Assistant: 
Overlooking the Great Gate, the battlements have been carved into the solid rock face. Huge kettles stand at intervals, empty now but ready to be filled with boiling oil in the event of war. Only a single lonely guard patrols during peacetime, occasionally leaning back against the wall and enjoying a good smoke of a pipe almost as big as his head.