Version 1 (red): As Thunder and I neared the castle stables, a tall, muscular man wearing red and gold armor approached us. His face creased into a warm smile as he sheathing his sword. "Greetings, young squire!You must be Frederick," he boomed in a deep voice. He extended a callused hand for a firm handshake. "I am Sir Roland, vassal to His Lordship, King Richard. It' Io am my honor to train you in the ways of knighthood." Version 2 (green): Thunder, recognizing his own kind, neighed in greeting as we approached the stables. A burly figure clad in emerald and silver armor emerged, signaling for me to dismount. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, a glint in his eye. "I've been awaiting your arrival. I am Sir Roland, and it's my privilege to guide you in your knightly training." His grip was firm yet reassuring as he helped me down from Thunder's back. Version 3 (blue): By the time Thunder and I reached the stables, a knight clad in shining blue armor was waiting for us. He removed his helmet, revealing a head of grizzled hair and a rugged complexion that spoke of many years under the sun. "Squire Frederick," he said, his voice gravelly but kind. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Roland, loyal knight to King Richard. It's high time we begin your training—if you're up for it, of course." He winked, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.