Version 1 (red): As Frederick approached the stables, he saw a stern-looking knight emerge from the shadows. The knight crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "You must be the new squire, Frederick," he said gruffly. "I'm Sir Roland, the local knight. You're late for your training. The master is waiting. Get moving." Frederick bowed his head and rushed towards the training ground, where the master, a balding man in red robes, stood with his arms crossed. The master pointed to a large wooden target. "Hurry up and test your archery skills!" he ordered. "We need you ready for battle." Version 2 (green): As Frederick approached the stable, he saw a knight standing next to a large oak tree. The knight turned and stared at Frederick. "You must be Frederick, the new squire. I'm Sir Roland, the local knight. It's good to have you here. Do you need help? I've been training here for years." Frederick replied, "No, I'm fine. I need to get to the training ground right away. Is there a way to get there from here?" Sir Roland led Frederick to a secret back door in the wall. Frederick thanked Sir Roland and bounded to the training ground, where the master waited patiently.