I'll create three different narrative approaches to Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Mentor" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered figure emerged from the shadows of the stable. Sir Roland, his armor bearing the scars of countless battles, studied me with piercing gray eyes. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice as rough as the stone walls surrounding us. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, a gesture that seemed more instinct than threat. "Let's see if you're worth the trouble of training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> A gentle hand touched Thunder's mane as I prepared to dismount. "Easy there, lad," came a warm voice. Sir Roland stepped forward, his smile surprising me. Unlike the hardened warriors I'd imagined, this knight had kind eyes that crinkled at the corners. "Welcome to Castle Stormhaven," he said, offering me a waterskin. "I hear you've traveled far to begin your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> Twilight deepened as I approached the stables, Thunder's hooves echoing against the stone. A figure materialized from the gathering darkness - Sir Roland. But something was different about him. A strange emblem glinted on his cloak, and his eyes seemed to hold secrets older than the castle walls. "You're early," he said cryptically, "and perhaps more important than you know." </nc-section>