Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDKN5DG4JSQ8S87VR7B5MM

<nc-section data-title="The Iron Welcome" data-color="red"> Frederick slid from Thunder's saddle, his boots hitting the hard-packed earth with a heavy thud. Before he could finish unfastening his stirrup, a shadow detached itself from the stone pillars. Sir Roland emerged, his chainmail clinking like a harsh whisper in the silence. The knight’s eyes were sharp, scanning Frederick not with kindness, but with a calculating scrutiny that made the young squire’s stomach turn. "You are late," Roland rumbled, his voice like grinding stone. He stepped closer, the heat radiating from his breastplate intense. "In this kingdom, time is the only enemy you cannot slay. Welcome to your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Gentle Hand" data-color="green"> Frederick led Thunder toward the wooden stalls, the smell of fresh hay and warm haybales filling his nose. A figure stepped forward from the dim corridor, a kind smile softening the lines of his face. It was Sir Roland, his armor swapped for a simple green tunic, his demeanor warm as the sunlight that had just faded. He reached out to stroke the horse’s flank with a gentle hand. "A fine beast you have there," Roland said, turning to Frederick with a nod that felt more like a handshake than a salute. "The first duty of a squire is to serve the creature that carries you. Rest them, and you may rest." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Shadows of Twilight" data-color="blue"> The stables fell into a deep, cool blue as the sun dipped below the horizon. Frederick stood before the tether rail, his breath visible in the thinning air. Sir Roland waited for him in the gloom, a solitary sentinel against the fading light. When the knight finally stepped into the moonlight, his face was unreadable, etched with the weight of secrets he kept buried. "Frederick," the knight whispered, the name hanging in the cold air. "The castle wakes, but the dragon sleeps. Your journey is just beginning." He gestured to the dark sky above, where the first stars were beginning to pierce the violet dome. </nc-section>