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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Iron Greeting" data-color="red"> A figure emerged from the shadows of the stable house, the clank of plate armor echoing against the stone walls. Sir Roland was a mountain of a man, his scarred face illuminated by the dying light of the sun. He did not smile as Frederick dismounted. "You ride like a merchant fleeing tax collectors," Roland grunted, circling Thunder and slapping the stallion's flank. "The beast has spirit. Let us pray you can learn to match it. Leave the saddle. Your training begins now, before you even see a bed." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Keeper of Horses" data-color="green"> Sir Roland was already amidst the hay when Frederick arrived, gently brushing down a chestnut mare. He looked up, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a warm, weathered smile. "Ah, Frederick," he said, setting the brush aside. "And this must be Thunder. I can see the bond between you already." He walked over and placed a calloused hand on Frederick's shoulder. "In this order, we believe a knight is only as strong as the creature beneath him. Tend to him first. The sword can wait until morning." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: Twilight at the Stables" data-color="blue"> The knight stood motionless near the water trough, his blue cloak still despite the evening breeze. As Frederick approached, Sir Roland turned, the metal of his gauntlets glinting in the twilight. "You have arrived at the hour of wolves," Roland said, his voice low and melodic. He glanced toward the darkening peaks beyond the castle walls. "Secure your mount quickly, squire. The walls keep out men, but they do not keep out what flies. Welcome to your new life." </nc-section>