Version 1 (red): As I approached the stables, a tall knight emerged. His armor gleamed in the fading light and his sword hung at his hip. He strode over to me with a confident gait. "You must be the new squire," he said, eyeing my travel-worn clothes. "I am Sir Roland, Captain of the Guard. Welcome to Ravenscar Castle." I dismounted and bowed respectfully. "Thank you, sir. I am Frederick. I've ridden for days to reach this place." Sir Roland nodded curtly. "Aye, the journey is long from the capital. Well met, Frederick." He gestured to the stables. "You can stable your mount there. The servants will take your bags to the barracks. Come, I'll show you the way to the great hall. You can freshen up and then sup with the men before turning in for the night." As I followed the knight, I couldn't help but marvel at the castle's imposing stone walls and soaring towers. Ravenscar was a bastion against the savage northlands, a last redoubt of civilization in an age of darkness and dragons. And now I would call it home, at least until I earned my spurs and rode out to face the monsters that threatened the realm myself one day...