**Red Version** A stern-faced knight, Sir Roland, stepped out from the stables as I approached. His armor glinted in the fading light, and his eyes were as sharp as the sword at his side. "Ah, young Frederick," he called out, his voice booming across the courtyard. "You're finally here. Seems you kept your promise to arrive before nightfall." He gestured to Thunder, who snorted and pawed the ground. "I see you've brought your trusty steed. Good. A knight must learn to ride and care for their horse as much as they learn swordplay." **Green Version** Just as I reined in Thunder, a familiar figure emerged from the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, squinted at me through the dusk. His armor looked darker than the night itself, and his gaze was as piercing as the stars above. "Frederick, lad," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. "You've arrived just in time for dinner." He clapped me on the back. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten your way. Now, come along, let's get you settled in. We have much to discuss, and a training schedule to draw up." His laughter rumbled like thunder as he led me towards the castle. **Blue Version** As I rode into the castle's courtyard, a figure emerged from the stables. It was Sir Roland, the knight who would be training me. His armor was polished to a radiant blue sheen, and his eyes twinkled like the evening sky. "Frederick, you're here," he said, his voice as warm as a summer breeze. "Welcome to Castle Thornwood. I trust your journey wasn't too arduous." He looked Thunder up and down. "Ah, a fine horse. I see you're taking this knight business seriously." With a gracious bow, he extended a hand to help me dismount, and we walked towards the castle together, our footsteps echoing in the quiet evening.