I'll create three different prose sections exploring Frederick's first encounter with 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 steel-gray eyes examined me with a critical gaze that seemed to strip away my youthful bravado. "So," he growled, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, "another squire thinks he has what it takes to train in these hallowed stables." His voice was like gravel, each word a test of my resolve. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> Sir Roland stepped forward, a warm smile breaking through his battle-worn features. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, extending a calloused hand. The knight's gentle tone contrasted with his imposing frame. "I've heard tales of your family's honor. Your father saved my life during the Northern Campaign, and now I shall guide you in the ways of knighthood." A glimmer of hope and potential danced in his eyes. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> The twilight cast long shadows as Sir Roland emerged from the stable's darkness. There was something unusual about his stance - a slight tension, a hint of a secret barely contained. "You've arrived earlier than expected," he said cryptically, his gaze flickering momentarily to the distant mountains. Something in his tone suggested that my arrival was more than mere coincidence, that a greater destiny awaited me beyond simple knight training. </nc-section>