I'll create three different narrative approaches for Frederick's encounter with Sir Roland: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Mentor" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a weathered hand gripped my shoulder. Sir Roland, a battle-scarred knight with piercing gray eyes, stood before me. His armor bore the dents and scratches of countless conflicts, and his voice was like gravel when he spoke. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his tone more a challenge than a welcome. "We'll see if you have the mettle to survive in these walls." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Unexpected Kindness" data-color="green"> Sir Roland approached with a surprisingly gentle smile, his weathered face softening as he studied me. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, taking Thunder's reins and gesturing to a stable hand. "Your father spoke highly of you. These stones have seen many young men come and go, but something tells me you might be different." There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a hint of something more than just a routine greeting. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Prophecy" data-color="blue"> The moment Sir Roland stepped from the shadows of the stable, a chill ran down my spine. His eyes seemed to look through me, not at me. "So," he murmured, more to himself than to me, "the last dragon's prophecy begins." His hand unconsciously touched an old scar on his neck, and for a brief moment, I wondered what secrets this knight was keeping. </nc-section>