Version 1 (red): As I approached, the great wooden doors swung open to reveal a burly knight dressed in full armor. Sir Roland nodded to me in acknowledgment and led me towards the stables. The horses inside were magnificent, their coats shining in the fading light of day. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, extending his hand for me to shake. "You'll be well-trained here. These beasts are some of the best in the land." Version 2 (green): Frederick dismounted and was immediately greeted by a rugged knight with a strong grip. Sir Roland's armor shimmered in the evening light. "Glad to have you with us," he boomed, leading Frederick to the stable. Horses snorted and whinnied, eager for attention. "You'll find these ones are quite special. They've been trained by the best hands." Sir Roland paused, a twinkle in his eye. "And so have their riders." Frederick felt a thrill of excitement course through him at the prospect of learning from such fine equine warriors. He nodded vigorously, hoping to impress his new master. Version 3 (blue): A local knight named Sir Roland offered a firm handshake as Frederick dismounted near the stable. The smell of hay and horses filled the air. "You've picked a fine bunch here," Frederick complimented the knight, admiring the horses within. "I've heard they're some of the best in the land." Sir Roland chuckled, his armor reflecting a combination of pride and weariness. "More than just their skill is what makes them great. These mounts have been tended to by the finest