<nc-section data-title="The Arrival: Frederick meets Sir Roland" data-color="red"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, a burly figure stepped forward. His armor shone in the fading light, and his red cape billowed behind him. "Greetings, young squire," he boomed. "I am Sir Roland, the local knight and your trainer. Dismount, and we shall tend to your steed." I slid off Thunder's back, my legs shaking slightly. Sir Roland's strong hand enveloped mine in a firm handshake. "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I managed to say. "No need for formalities, lad. Around here, you may call me Roland," he said with a hearty chwarf. "Come, let's get you settled in the barracks, and we'll tend to Thunder later."</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Arrival: Frederick meets Sir Roland" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, revealing a lean, middle-aged man in shining plate armor. "Greetings, Frederick. I am Sir Roland, your trainer." He extended a hand, which I shook nervously. "I've been expecting you," he continued. "Thunder, is it?" he asked, patting my horse's neck. "A fine steed. We'll see that he's well cared for. Follow me, and I'll show you to your quarters." I grabbed my belongings, and together, we made our way through the dimly lit corridors of the keep. "You'll find the other squires and pages in the training yard