Version 1 (red): As I dismounted Thunder, a burly knight approached me. "You must be the new squire, Frederick," he growled, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "I am Sir Roland, and I'll be training you." His voice was gravelly, like he had a lifetime of shouting at men half his age. I hesitated for a moment, feeling intimidated by his fierce gaze, but then steeled myself. "At your service, Sir Roland," I replied, saluting him. Version 2 (green): A kind-looking knight, clad in shining armor, strode towards me. "Ah, young Frederick," he greeted me warmly. "Welcome to the castle. I am Sir Roland, and I'll be overseeing your training. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you here." His smile was genuine, putting me at ease. I felt a sudden sense of camaraderie with this noble knight, and I knew that under his tutelage, I would become the best squire I could be. Version 3 (blue): As I alighted from Thunder, a tall knight emerged from the stables. His gaze was piercing, but his demeanor was stern, not hostile. "You must be the new squire, Frederick," he intoned, his voice resonating with authority. "I am Sir Roland, and it is my duty to guide you through your training." His words carried an air of solemn responsibility, and I knew that he would demand the utmost from me. But I also sensed a quiet confidence in him, and I was eager to learn from someone who exuded such skill and experience.