1) Version 1 (red) The local knight, Sir Roland, stood by the stables as I rode up. His armor gleamed in the dying light, and his piercing blue eyes assessed me appraisingly. "Welcome to the castle, young squire. You must be Frederick," he said, tipping his helm. "My Lord instructed me to show you around." 2) Version 2 (green) Sir Roland greeted me warmly by the stables. "Ah, Frederick, our new squire. Glad to have you here. My Lord was kind enough to send word of your arrival, so I've come to escort you to your quarters," he said with a broad smile. The leaves on the trees rustled gently behind us, and I could smell the crisp autumn air. 3) Version 3 (blue) As I approached the castle, I was met by Sir Roland by the stables. His voice was calm and assured, and his silver hair and deep-set eyes spoke of experience. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, extending his hand. "Your training begins today, and I have been tasked with showing you around." The castle walls stretched up around us, imposing yet beautiful.