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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> The heavy wooden gates groaned open just as I reined Thunder to a halt. A figure emerged from the stables' shadow, blocking my path. He was broad-shouldered, his chainmail dull as old rust, his face a map of scars. His eyes, sharp as flint, raked over me from head to boot. "You must be the new boy," Sir Roland's voice was gravel dragged over stone. No welcome, no warmth. Just a flat statement. He held up a calloused hand, not in greeting, but to command silence. "The Stable Master deals with mounts. I deal with squires." He stepped closer, the scent of leather and cold sweat rolling off him. "And I see nothing but a child who's had a soft ride. Let's see if your back is as weak as your hands look." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> A low, appreciative whistle cut through the evening air as I swung down from the saddle. Sir Roland leaned against the stable doorframe, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "That's a fine beast," he said, his voice warm and rough like honey on coarse bread. He stepped forward and gave Thunder a solid pat on the neck before turning his full attention to me. "And you must be Frederick. Heard you were coming." He offered a large, open hand. "Welcome to Stonefall. The work is hard, but the cause is right. Come on, let's get your friend settled, then we'll find you a bunk and something hot to eat. Looks like you've earned it." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> The stablemaster took Thunder's reins with a nod, leaving me standing alone in the fading light. A voice, quiet but resonant, spoke from the archway leading to the inner yard. "A long road ends here. But a longer one begins." Sir Roland didn't move from the shadows, but I could feel his gaze. It wasn't harsh, but deep, like the consideration of an old oak. "I am Roland. I do not care where you came from, only who you choose to become while you're here. The castle tests more than your sword arm; it tests your heart. Remember that." He inclined his head slightly, a gesture not of deference, but of solemn acknowledgment. "The Stable Master will see to your horse. Your first duty is to find your bunk and let the quiet of the stones teach you." </nc-section>