I'll create three different narrative perspectives for Frederick's encounter with Sir Roland: <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 scarred from countless battles, eyes penetrating like a hawk's. "So you're the new squire," he said gruffly. "These stones have seen generations of knights, and not all survive their training." His voice was a mixture of warning and challenge, making my heart race with both excitement and trepidation. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> Sir Roland approached with a surprising gentleness. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, a warm smile breaking through his weathered face. "Your father spoke highly of you." He helped me guide Thunder into the stable, speaking softly about the horse's fine breeding and the importance of caring for one's steed. I sensed this knight was more mentor than taskmaster. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Greeting" data-color="blue"> The twilight shadows seemed to part as Sir Roland emerged from between the stable buildings. His armor bore strange etchings I'd never seen before, and when he spoke, his voice carried a hint of something... unnatural. "You've arrived at last," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "The prophecy begins." A chill ran down my spine, though I couldn't explain why. </nc-section>