I'll create three different versions of the encounter between Frederick and Sir Roland: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered knight with a scarred face approached. Sir Roland's piercing blue eyes studied me with an intensity that made me instantly uncomfortable. "So," he growled, "you're the new squire they've sent to train under my command." His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, a not-so-subtle reminder of his authority. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how much I still had to prove. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> The stable master was helping me settle Thunder when Sir Roland appeared. Unlike the intimidating knights I'd heard stories about, this man's face broke into a warm, welcoming smile. "Frederick," he called out, "your father spoke highly of you. We've been expecting you." He approached and clasped my shoulder, his weathered hand surprisingly gentle. "Come, let me show you to your quarters and tell you about the training that awaits." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Test of Character" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stables, watching silently as I struggled to unsaddle Thunder. Just as I was about to ask for assistance, he spoke. "A true knight doesn't wait for help," he said cryptically. "A true knight anticipates, prepares, and overcomes." His words hung in the air like a challenge, and I realized my first test had already begun. My hands, trembling slightly, continued their work with renewed determination. </nc-section>