I tied Thunder to a post and met Sir Roland near the stables. He was standing with his eyes fixed intently on me, his armor gleaming in the fading light. His brow was furrowed, and his voice was low and serious. "Ah, Frederick, the young squire, back from the forest," he said, his deep voice cutting through the evening air. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" <nc-section> The Red Knight Sir Roland's eyes seemed to bore into mine, sizing me up as if daring me to explain the events I had just witnessed. </nc-section> <nc-section> The Green Knight "I merely intervened in a... disagreement between the villagers, Sir Roland," I began, feeling a slight flush rise to my cheeks. <nc-section> The Blue Knight Sir Roland's expression didn't change, but his gaze remained steady, as if he was still trying to read my every thought. "Tell me more, Frederick. What did you see in the forest?" <nc-section> The Red Knight "Bluestone's daughter was accused of stealing a sack of grain, Sir Roland," I replied, trying to recall the events from the past few hours. "I defended her, at least I thought I did, but... but I suppose you already know what happened, don't you?"