Version 1 (red): The dust from my horse's hooves had barely settled when I spotted a figure approaching me near the stables. It was Sir Frederick, a grizzled knight with a scar running down his left cheek. He had a reputation for being both fierce and fair, a man who had seen many battles and emerged victorious. "Welcome, young squire," Sir Frederick said, his voice booming across the yard. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" Version 2 (green): As I dismounted from Thunder, I noticed a figure walking towards me from the direction of the stables. It was Sir Frederick, a knight known for his kindness and wisdom. He was older than most knights, his hair and beard streaked with silver, but he moved with a grace that belied his age. "Greetings, Frederick," Sir Frederick said warmly. "I hope the road treated you well?" Version 3 (blue): When I arrived at the stables, I was met by a tall figure in shining armor. It was Sir Frederick, a knight renowned for his bravery and strategic mind. He was a man of action, but also a thoughtful leader who inspired loyalty in his men. "Welcome to our castle, Frederick," Sir Roland said, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "How was your journey?"