<nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="red"> The moment I dismounted Thunder, the local knight, Sir Roland, greeted me with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “Welcome to the castle, young Frederick,” he said. “I trust your journey was uneventful.” I nodded, still taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the bustling courtyard. “Please, follow me to the stables. We’ll get your gear settled, and then I’ll show you to your quarters.” As we walked, Sir Roland asked me about my training so far. I told him about my time as a squire under the tutelage of Sir Edward, and he listened intently, nodding occasionally.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder to the stables, I spotted Sir Roland approaching me. He was a large, imposing figure, with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. “Ah, Frederick, you must be eager to begin your training,” he said, clapping me on the back. “Let’s get you settled in, and then I’ll take you to meet the rest of the knights.” His booming voice carried across the courtyard, and heads turned to follow our progress. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves as I followed him through the castle corridors, his stories of past battles and glorious deeds filling my ears.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="blue"> As I entered the courtyard, I was met by the familiar figure of Sir Roland, who warmly greeted me with a firm embrace. “Welcome to our humble abode, young Frederick,” he said, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “I trust the journey was kind to you.” He beckoned me to follow him towards the stables, where Thunder was already being tended to by the stable hands. As we walked, he regaled me with tales of his own training and adventures, provoking laughter and making me feel more at ease in my new surroundings.</nc-section>