I'll create three different versions of the scene with Sir Roland greeting Frederick: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered hand clasped my shoulder. Sir Roland stood before me, his armor bearing the scars of countless battles. His eyes, steel-gray and piercing, seemed to look through me rather than at me. "So," he growled, "another young squire seeking to prove himself." His voice was as rough as the stone walls surrounding us, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one greeting. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Welcoming Mentor" data-color="green"> Sir Roland approached with a warm smile, his armor gleaming in the last light of day. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, his voice kind but firm. He took Thunder's reins, signaling a stable boy to care for the horse. "I've heard much about your potential. The kingdom needs brave young men like yourself." His hand rested on my shoulder, a gesture of both welcome and guidance. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> The shadows seemed to shift as Sir Roland emerged from the stable's darkness. His armor was unusual - etched with strange symbols I'd never seen before. "You're early," he said cryptically, his eyes scanning the horizon behind me. For a moment, I wasn't sure if he was welcoming me or warning me. Something in his gaze told me my journey was about to become far more complicated than a simple squire's training. </nc-section>