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<nc-section data-title="Arrival at the Stables - Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, the earthy scent of hay and horse filled the air. A towering figure approached, clad in gleaming armor etched with the kingdom's crest. "Welcome, young Frederick," boomed Sir Roland, his voice deep and commanding, like thunder echoing off the mountains. He extended a gauntleted hand, his eyes sharp and assessing under bushy brows. "I've heard much of your potential. Let us see if the rumors hold true." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Arrival at the Stables - Version 2" data-color="green"> Reining in Thunder at the stable entrance, I felt the cool evening breeze carry the murmur of distant voices. From the shadows emerged Sir Roland, the local knight, his armor polished to a subtle shine that caught the fading light. "Ah, Frederick, you've made it just in time," he said with a warm smile, his tone friendly yet laced with the wisdom of countless battles. He clasped my shoulder firmly, guiding me toward the stalls. "Come, stable your steed, and we'll discuss your training over a hearty meal." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Arrival at the Stables - Version 3" data-color="blue"> I guided Thunder into the stable yard, the cobblestones cool underfoot as the sun dipped below the horizon. There, leaning against a wooden post, stood Sir Roland, his silhouette imposing against the twilight sky. "Frederick, the squire from the villages," he greeted with a nod, his voice steady and measured, like the flow of a ancient river. He stepped forward, offering a hand in greeting, his gaze piercing yet kind. "The castle awaits your service. Tell me, what drives a young man like you to these walls?" </nc-section>