I'll create three distinctive versions of Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland stood with his arms crossed, his weathered armor gleaming in the twilight. His steel-gray eyes assessed me critically as I dismounted Thunder. "So," he said in a gravelly voice, "another squire thinks he has what it takes to serve the kingdom?" His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, a subtle reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Compassionate Mentor" data-color="green"> "Welcome, young Frederick," Sir Roland called softly, stepping forward from the shadows of the stable. His smile was kind, lines of experience etched around his eyes. He took Thunder's reins, gently stroking the horse's neck. "Your father spoke highly of you. I see the same fire in your eyes that he once had." His hand clasped my shoulder, a gesture of warmth and hope. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> As I approached the stables, Sir Roland emerged—but something was different. His movements were fluid, almost unnaturally smooth for a knight of his age. "Frederick," he said, his voice carrying an unusual resonance, "you've arrived precisely when the prophecy foretold." A strange emblem glinted briefly on his chest before being concealed by his cloak, leaving me with more questions than answers. </nc-section>