I'll create three different narrative approaches to the scene where Sir Roland greets Frederick near the stables. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Mentor" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered knight with a scarred face stepped forward from the shadows of the stable. Sir Roland's piercing grey eyes studied me with an intensity that made my hands tremble. "So," he said gruffly, "you're the new squire they've sent from the northern provinces." His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, a gesture that seemed more warning than welcome. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> An older knight approached, his movements surprisingly gentle for a warrior. Sir Roland's smile was warm and unexpected, creasing the skin around his eyes. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, taking Thunder's reins and patting the horse's neck. "We've been expecting you. Your uncle spoke highly of your potential." His voice carried a note of kindness that immediately put me at ease. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland materialized from between the stable buildings like a shadow come to life. His cloak was dusty, and there was something in his eyes—a depth of knowledge that suggested he knew far more than a simple greeting would reveal. "You've arrived earlier than expected," he said, his words carrying a strange emphasis that made me wonder if my arrival was more significant than a mere change of squires. </nc-section>