Version 1 (red): As Thunder came to a stop near the stables, I disembarked and led him towards a hitching post. A tall, broad-shouldered man in shining armor approached me, his red surcoat adorned with the crest of our liege. "Greetings young squire, I am Sir Roland," he boomed, his voice as deep as the roar of a lion. "I' Im pleased to see you've arrived safely." His bushy beard parted, revealing a weathered, but friendly, face. Version 2 (green): Slowing Thunder to a stop, I dismounted and led him to one of the many hitching posts. A burly figure in a green tunic painted with the castle's coat of arms rushed over, hand outstretched. "Greetings, squire," he said, his emerald eyes twinkling. "Sir Roland, at your service. I've been expecting you. We don't get many new recruits this far out." Version 3 (blue): Reining Thunder in, I slid off his back and approached the stables, the scent of hay and manure wafting through the air. A man in a simple blue surcoat turned and greeted me with a warm smile. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice a soothing harmony. "I am Sir Roland. I've been awaiting your arrival. Come, we have much to discuss."