I'll create three different versions of the scene where Sir Roland greets Frederick: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered knight with a scarred face approached. Sir Roland's steel-gray eyes appraised me critically, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "So, you're the new squire," he growled, his voice as rough as weathered leather. "We'll see if you have what it takes to serve in the King's Guard." The knight's imposing presence made my heart race, and I stood as straight as an arrow, determined to prove my worth. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Kindly Mentor" data-color="green"> The stable master led Thunder away as a tall, gentle-faced knight stepped forward. Sir Roland's smile was warm and welcoming, his hand extended in greeting. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said softly, "I've heard good things about your family and the promise you show." His weathered hand clasped mine, and I could sense the wisdom of years of service in his touch. "Come," he continued, "let me show you to your quarters and tell you about the path of a true knight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> Twilight was falling as Sir Roland emerged from the shadows near the stables. There was something unusual about the knight - a strange glint in his eye that spoke of secrets untold. "Frederick," he called, his voice low and measured, "you've arrived at a critical moment." His hand bore a strange ring - an intricate design that seemed to shimmer with an unnatural light. "Much depends on your arrival," Sir Roland continued cryptically, "more than you could possibly understand." </nc-section>