**Version 1 (Red)** Hearse a crescendo of hooves drew Sir Roland's attention from the castle's great hall. As Frederick, the young squire, came into view, his shiny armor and striking plumage were the epitome of a knight in the making. Sir Roland, his face a blend of excitement and concern, cordially extended his hand to the eager young man. "Welcome, lad," Sir Roland's gruff voice boomed into the silent dusk, his hand offering a firm shake to Frederick. "May the paths we tread guide your knightly journey from here on out," -with each word, a weight of wisdom and tradition hung in the air between them. **Version 2 (Green)** As Frederick neared the castle's clanging stables, a figure emerged from the background, his boots crunching slightly on the grass that coated the courtyard floor. Sir Roland was a towering presence amidst the rich tapestry of the castle grounds. His dark eyes sparkled with seasoned wit as he scanned the approaching rider. "Welcoming yet another apprentice into the ranks of Sir Roland's stable of knights," he joked, his voice echoing against the stone walls. "Let your servitude prove worthy, for the trials you encounter will no less be strenuous than seizing a wolf by its own fangs." **Version 3 (Blue)** The golden horizon dimmed, shifted into twilight, then into night, as Frederick approached the elaborately carved stone gates of the castle. Amidst the fading light, a shadowy figure emerged from the castle interior, smoothing out his crimson cloak with practiced grace. Sir Roland, grand and locomotive in stature, greeted Frederick with a warm hand. "You now stand on the threshold," Sir Roland's voice was rich with a thousand stories that his years had carried him through. "May the valor within you forge your identity amidst the trials to come," he promised, offering Frederick a moment to absorb this stranger he would soon look up to, and who would teach him the art of knighthood most cherished in their realm.