<alternate-section data-title="Version 1" data-type="choice" data-number="1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. He was clad in shining armor, with a helmet resting on his shoulder. "Welcome, squire," he said, his voice ringing with authority. "I am Sir Roland, the local knight tasked with training young squires such as yourself." I dismounted from my horse and bowed respectfully. "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I said. "I am Frederick, son of Baron Blackwood." Sir Roland smiled, revealing a mouthful of strong white teeth. "Well met, Frederick. We have much work ahead of us. But first, let us see what manner of steed you have brought with you." He approached Thunder and looked the horse up and down critically. Thunder snorted and stamped his hooves. I felt a pang of pride. "Not bad," Sir Roland said approvingly. "Very well, let us go. We must show the squire the proper protocol for presenting himself to the lord and lady of the castle." </alternate-section> <alternate-section data-title="Version 2" data-type="choice" data-number="2" data-color="green"> I unsaddled my horse and was about to lead him into the stables when a voice called out to me. "Hold there, boy! What's your business here?" I turned to see a grizzled knight approaching me. He wore the tabard of Baron Blackwood's army, but there was a wild look in his eyes that made me wary. "I am Frederick, son of the baron," I said, mustering up my courage. "I am here to begin my training as a squire." The knight snorted. "You must be the new boy. I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be your master of arms." He looked me up and down appraisingly. "Don't expect any special treatment just because you're a lord's son. I'll treat you like any other green recruit." I swallowed hard, but held his gaze firmly. "Understood, sir. I am ready and eager to learn." Sir Roland grunted. "We'll see about that. Meet me in the courtyard at first light for your first lesson. And mind you polish your armor tonight. No dirt or rust on a squire serving under me." With that, he turned and strode off, leaving me to lead my horse into the stables to get settled in. </alternate-section> <alternate-section data-title="Version 3" data-type="choice" data-number="3" data-color="blue"> As I led my horse towards the castle stables, a tall shadow fell over me. I looked up to see a knight, his armor gleaming in the golden light of the setting sun. "Greetings, young man," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "You must be the new squire." I nodded, feeling a bit intimidated by his imposing figure. "Yes, sir. I'm Frederick, son of Baron Blackwood. I'm here to start my training." The knight smiled and reached out a hand to pat my horse's neck. "A fine steed you have there. I'm Sir Roland, the knight tasked with overseeing your instruction."