<nc-section data-title="The Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland stood there, his armor gleaming even in the fading light. His face was weathered and stern, his eyes sharp as they assessed me from head to toe. "So, you're the new squire they've sent me," he said, his voice gravelly and devoid of warmth. "Let's see if you're worth the trouble." He didn't wait for a response, turning abruptly and expecting me to follow. I hurried after him, leading Thunder by the reins, my heart pounding with equal parts fear and determination. This was going to be harder than I imagined. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Friendly Knight" data-color="green"> Before I could even tie Thunder's reins, a boisterous laugh echoed from the stables. Sir Roland appeared, his armor polished but his expression warm and welcoming. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Ah, you must be Frederick! I've heard good things about you," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Let's get your horse settled, and then I'll show you around. We're like family here, lad." His kindness put me immediately at ease as we walked Thunder into the stables together, chatting about the journey. Perhaps my time at the castle wouldn't be so intimidating after all. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Mysterious Protector" data-color="blue"> The stable yard was nearly empty as I led Thunder toward an empty stall. A figure materialized from between the buildings, moving with a silent grace that seemed at odds with his imposing armor. Sir Roland. "They told me you were coming," he said, his voice low and measured. His eyes scanned the horizon, not meeting mine directly. "These are dangerous times, Frederick. Your training will be more than just caring for horses and polishing armor." He finally turned to face me, and I saw a weight in his expression that made me question everything I thought I knew about becoming a knight. There was more happening in this castle than I could possibly imagine. </nc-section>