Version 1 (red): Sir Roland, a burly man with a bushy mustache, strode towards me as I dismounted. He held out his hand for me to shake. "Welcome to the castle, young Frederick," he boomed. "I am Sir Roland, the knight who will be overseeing your training." His eyes surveyed my attire and equipment, nodding in approval. "You'll be needing new armor, but for now, let's get you settled in." He led me to a small room near the stables where I could store my belongings. Version 2 (green): "Ah, Frederick, it's about time you arrived," said a kind voice from behind me. I turned around to see an elderly man, his face weathered by time, leaning on a cane. "I'm the castle's blacksmith, Giles. I'll be making sure your weapons and armor are in tip-top shape." He extended a calloused hand for me to shake. "Come with me, lad, and I'll show you around the smithy." Version 3 (blue): As I approached the castle, a young girl, no more than ten years old, darted out from behind a corner. She had fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hello there, newbie!" she said, grinning. "I'm Rosalind, the castle's jester. Don't mind me, I just like to welcome newcomers with a bit of fun." She playfully stuck out her tongue before skipping off down the hallway, leaving me chuckling to myself.