<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> As I dismounted my horse near the stables, I was greeted warmly by a knight named Sir Roland. He was a veteran warrior, as his armor told me. His deep blue eyes held wisdom beyond his years. Lifting his gauntlet, he said, "Greetings, young squire Frederick! Welcome to the kingdom. I hope you are ready to do some hard work that only your ancestors ever experienced. Life ain't easy as a knight." Sir Roland's gaze shifted to Thunder. "Ah, quite a fine horse you have there! Crafty and stout. It looks sturdy enough to be in the royal stable." Then, in a more somber tone, he added, "But until now, I have not seen you before. I assist my lord in the knight's court, but my job is limited. I know little about Master Frederick of the House of Bpfif." As I nodded, he said, "Well, if Master Frederick is smart enough, he should go to the knight's quarters and introduce himself. And if you prove yourself worthy of honor..." No more having any words, he shifted his glance towards Thunder. He purred, "Are you hungry? I'm ravenous, and I will show you my secret garden if you can beat me to the bottom."