<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> The clang of metal against metal echoed as the knight in shining armor, Sir Roland, greeted me. He was a formidable figure, his face etched with the lines of countless battles. "Welcome, Frederick, to our humble abode. We have been expecting you," he said, offering me a firm handshake. As I followed him towards the stables, I could see the sword strapped to his side and felt a pang of excitement. There was much to learn from this seasoned warrior.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Kind Offer" data-color="green"> As I approached the stable, a warm smile greeted me. Sir Roland, his armor gleaming in the soft afternoon light, stepped forward to welcome me. "Frederick, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. If you ever need any help or advice, don't hesitate to ask," he offered kindly, gesturing towards the open stable door. His voice carried a hint of nostalgia as if he were reminiscing his own days as a young squire. I felt a strange comfort in his words and couldn't help but be grateful for his kindness.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Guiding Hand" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, a towering silhouette emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, his armour dark against the fading light of day. He stepped forward, his presence commanding and reassuring at the same time. As I dismounted Thunder, Sir Roland extended a strong hand to help me. "Welcome, Frederick. The stables are just over here. Tend to your horse before you join the other squires for the evening meal." His words were firm but carried a hint of warmth. I felt a sense of anticipation and eagerness to learn and prove myself.</nc-section>