Version 1 (red) As I approached the stables, a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the local knight whom I had heard so much about. He stepped forward to greet me, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Welcome to the castle, young squire," he said, his voice deep and authoritative. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be your mentor for the duration of your training." I dismounted from my horse and bowed before him. "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I said. "I have heard tales of your bravery and skill in battle." He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I have heard good things about you as well, Frederick. Your father was a respected knight, and I am sure you will make him proud." He clapped me on the back, sending a jolt of pain through my shoulder. I bit back a groan, not wanting to show weakness in front of my new master. Version 2 (green) As I approached the stables, I saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was a knight, his armor reflecting the setting sun. He had a beard and deep, kind eyes that crinkled when he smiled at me. "Welcome, young man," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be your mentor during your squirehood." I dismounted from my horse and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Sir Roland. It is an honor to meet you." He chuckled and stepped forward, clapping me on the shoulder. "No need for such formality, Frederick. We are all brothers in arms here." He led me into the stables, introducing me to the stable hands and showing me where my horse would be housed. As we walked, he told me stories of his own squirehood and the lessons he had learned along the way. Version 3 (blue) As I approached the stables, I saw a figure step out from the shadows. It was a knight, his armor glinting in the fading light. He had a stern face and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through me. "Ho there, squire," he barked, his voice gruff and harsh. "You must be the new blood. I am Sir Roland, and I will be your mentor." I dismounted from my horse and bowed before him, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. "Yes, Sir Roland. I am Frederick, and I am here to serve." He nodded curtly and began walking towards the stables. "Well then, let's get you settled. But don't think this means you can slack off. I will not tolerate laziness or incompetence." I hurried to keep up with his pace, my heart thumping in my chest. I had a feeling that my training with Sir Roland would not be an easy road.