Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM637CD1WEHPKHXP9S098GC

<nc-section data-title="A Hard Welcome" data-color="red"> The clatter of Thunder's hooves on the cobblestones echoed sharply as I reined him in before the stable arch. A tall, broad-shouldered figure emerged from the shadows, armor dulled by use but gleaming at the edges with a menacing sharpness. Sir Roland’s eyes, the color of flint, assessed me and my mount with a swift, cold scrutiny that made my spine straighten. “Frederick of the Westfields,” he stated, his voice a gravelly rumble that held no warmth. “Your lateness was noted. The stables are no place for posturing. Dismount. Your first lesson begins now: a knight’s steed is cared for before a knight rests. You will learn this, or you will learn the taste of boot leather. Move.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Mentor's Greeting" data-color="green"> Thunder snorted softly as we clopped into the quiet yard of the castle stables, the scent of hay and horses thick in the evening air. A man in a worn but sturdy leather jerkin was gently brushing down a dappled mare. He looked up as I approached, his face etched with the lines of sun and smiles, not frowns. “You must be Frederick,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming. He set the brush aside and offered a hand calloused from years of reins and rope. “Sir Roland. We’ve been expecting you. That’s a fine animal you have there. Let’s get Thunder settled, and then we’ll find you a warm meal. The lessons can wait for the morning light.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Calculated Reception" data-color="blue"> I dismounted at the stable entrance, the castle's immense silhouette casting long, cool shadows. Sir Roland was waiting, not in the yard, but leaning against a post just inside, watching the bustling preparations for the evening as if studying a complex diagram. He was neither old nor young, his expression one of detached analysis. “Squire Frederick,” he acknowledged with a measured nod. “Your timing is adequate, given the distance. The stables are organized by section. You will find an empty stall for your horse at the north end. Report to the quartermaster at the sixth bell tomorrow for your gear and initial duties. Precision, not passion, is what forges a useful knight here. See that you remember it.” </nc-section>