<nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, Sir Roland emerged from the stables, his armor clanking softly in the fading light. He was a seasoned warrior, with a stern expression and eyes that seemed to have seen too much. "Ah, young Frederick," he said, his voice gruff but polite. "Welcome to the castle. I trust your journey was uneventful?" I nodded, still catching my breath. "Good. Good. You'll be joining Sir Lionel and me for your training. He's a decent knight, but don't expect him to be as lenient as I will be," he chuckled. With a dismissive wave, he turned back towards the stables, leaving me to follow. I glanced at Thunder, who nickered softly, as if sensing my unease.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="green"> A bulky figure emerged from the stables, his features set in a welcoming smile. "Ah, Frederick, welcome to our humble abode," said Sir Roland, his voice booming. He introduced himself as my mentor, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. He led me past the armored guards, their stares making me feel like a bit of a fool in my simple squire's garb. We entered the stables, where Thunder was being tended to by a kindly lad, and Sir Roland explained that I would be working with the horses as well as honing my combat skills. I watched with fascination as he demonstrated a few hand signals, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures to come.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Continuing the Story" data-color="blue"> As I stepped into the courtyard, the sound of clanging steel and shouts filled the air. I blinked, taken aback by the sight of knights engaged in combat, their movements fluid and deliberate. Sir Roland appeared at my side, a warm smile on his weathered face. "Welcome to your new home, young Frederick," he said, his voice low and grave. "Here, you'll learn the art of swordplay, horsemanship, and strategy. But be warned: the path to knighthood is not an easy one. Many have failed before you." My heart raced with both excitement and trepidation as he clapped me on the shoulder. "But I have faith in you. You will make a fine knight, or my name isn't Sir Roland." With that, he led me toward the training area, where I would begin my apprenticeship under his watchful eye.</nc-section>