<nc-section data-color="red"> Sir Roland was standing near the stables, patting Thunder on the neck as I arrived. "Well met, young Frederick," he said with a warm smile. "I see you've finally arrived." His eyes twinkled with a knowing glint. "Your training begins soon enough," he said, turning toward the main keep. "But first, get settled. You're going to be sorely worn out from your journey." Sir Roland led me into the north wing, showing me to a simple but comfortable room. "Feel free to freshen up and meet me in the dining hall at dinner." He left, leaving the door ajar. I removed my squire uniform and dressed in the spare clothes provided. The scents of cooking wafted through the corridor. My mouth watered at the thought of an actual proper meal for the first time since setting out. Hearing the sound of voices down the hall, I made my way to the dining hall. The long wooden table was filled with people I assumed to be the other trainees. I looked out of place, unable to make eye contact or know who exactly I was looking at. At the far end sat an armed knight. Their eyes narrowed slightly as they noticed my presence. I reached the table just as the room fell completely silent, all eyes on me.