**Version 1 (red)** As I approached the stables, a burly man with a thick beard emerged from the doorway. His bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern as he eyed me up and down. "Ah, yes, you must be the new squire, Frederick. I'm Sir Roland, the stable master," he said gruffly. He gestured to a nearby stall. "Get your horse settled in, and then meet me in the great hall for supper. The fire is lit and the food is hot." **Version 2 (green)** Sir Roland, the knight in charge of the stables, greeted me with a warm smile. He wore a leather apron, and his boots were covered in Hay and oats. "Ah, young squire, I trust you had a safe journey?" he asked, his voice warm and genuine. "Good, then let's get your horse settled in, shall we? Her name is Starlight, and she's a beauty. I have a special spot prepared for her in our north wing, right next to the king's prized stallion." Sir Roland motioned to a quiet, dimly lit wing of the stables where the horses looked contentedly munching on hay. **Version 3 (blue)** Slowly, I swung my leg over Thunder's back and dismounted, conscious of Sir Roland's gaze upon me. His expression was one of guarded curiosity, and he spoke little as he led me to the stables. The air was thick with the scent of damp hay and the distant tang of horse sweat. We walked in silence, the only sound being the clinking of horse shoes on the stone floor. As we entered the stables, Sir Roland whispered, "The squire's quarters are just up those stairs, with a small private bedchamber for relaxation. Tonight, join us in the great hall for dinner, where the tables will be laden with food and company." His voice fell flat, leaving me with a sense of expectation.