<nc-section data-title="A Begrudging Welcome (red)"> Sir Roland, the grizzled old knight, stepped out of the shadows of the stables as I dismounted. His piercing gaze scrutinized me from beneath his helmet. "You must be the new squire," he grumbled, eyeing Thunder suspiciously. "The other squires are already in the training yard. You're late." <nc-section data-title="A Warm Embrace (green)"> The kindly face of Sir Roland appeared, his eyes twinkling with welcome. "Ah, you must be young Frederick! We've been expecting you!" He beamed at me, then clapped me on the shoulder. "I see you've arrived safely. Quickly now, the other squires are eager to meet their new companion!" <nc-section data-title="A Challenge Issued (blue)"> Sir Roland stepped out in front of the stable door, blocking my path. I recognized him immediately from the stories of his prowess in tournaments. "Well, well, the new squire has finally arrived," he said, eyeing my rusty armor. "Let us hope your sword arm is stronger than your steed. I challenge you to a duel of blades in the yard to prove your worth to the others."