Version 1 (red) As I dismounted Thunder, a tall figure approached me. His armor was well-worn, and his face was weathered from years of service. It was Sir Roland, the local knight tasked with overseeing my training. "Welcome to the castle, young squire," he said with a warm smile. "I trust your journey was uneventful." I nodded, still in awe of my new surroundings. Sir Roland led me towards the stables, where we tended to our horses before heading to the castle proper. Version 2 (green) Near the stables, Sir Roland awaited my arrival. He was a burly man with a thick beard and a booming voice. "Greetings, Frederick," he said, extending a hand to help me down from Thunder. "I've been expecting you. Let's get you settled in." Together, we walked towards the castle, discussing the rigors of knighthood and the expectations of my training. I could sense the weight of responsibility that lay ahead, but I was determined to prove myself worthy. Version 3 (blue) I had barely stepped foot outside the stables when a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me. "So, you're the new squire," he remarked, his tone measured. "Let's see if you're worthy of this castle's legacy." Without another word, he led me on a brisk walk towards the castle's main entrance. I could feel his gaze upon me, assessing my every move. The challenge had been set, and I was determined to rise to the occasion.