Version 1 (red): As I approached the stables, a knight with a stern expression emerged. His armor gleamed in the fading light. He addressed me gruffly, "You must be Frederick. The new squire. Welcome to Kestrel Castle. My name is Roland, father of the castle's chief knight." He pointed to a stable boy. "Help the squire with his horse." Then he turned to me. "Follow me, I'll show you to your quarters." Version 2 (green): Sir Roland waited outside the stables until Frederick and his horse approached. The young squire dismounted and began rubbing Thunder's forehead. "He's a fine stallion," Sir Roland remarked. "The charger of a squire is his greatest friend." Frederick nodded. "I raised Thunder since he was a colt. He's been by my side through all my adventures." Sir Roland chuckled. "Adventures? You have much to learn, boy. But come, I'll show you to the kitchen, where we'll find you something to eat." Version 3 (blue): The improbable hero Frederick rounded a bend in the road not far from his family's modest hovel, riding the creature of fantasy, Thunder the black charger. He had only stopped here to fetch a loaf of bread when he was suddenly approached by Sir Roland of Kestrel Keep, father of the great Lord Roland. "Do you indeed wish to be a knight, lad?" Sir Roland barked. "If you have the stomach for it, you may start your training here today." plantations.