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<nc-section data-title="The Knight’s Welcome" data-color="red"> The stables exhaled the familiar tang of damp straw and warm hide. Before the great timber doors stood a figure carved from shadow and steel. Sir Roland turned at the sound of hooves, his gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of a broadsword that had seen too many skirmishes. “Frederick of Oakhaven,” he rumbled, his voice like grinding millstones. “You ride too fast for a squire, but you sit your beast well enough.” He offered a scarred gauntlet, not a bow. “The dragon’s shadow falls long over these lands. Training begins at dawn, and it will test the iron in your blood.” <nc-section data-title="Roots in the Stone" data-color="green"> The stables breathed with the quiet rhythm of the countryside, hay dust swirling in the dying light. Sir Roland knelt beside a nervous chestnut mare, murmuring a low, steadying chant as he brushed her flanks. When he looked up at Frederick’s approach, his eyes crinkled with a quiet warmth. “Welcome, squire,” he said, rising with the easy grace of a man who moves as one with the wind. He clapped a calloused hand on Thunder’s neck. “The castle has waited long for fresh blood. We do not forge steel here with haste, but with patience. Rest your horse, find your quarters, and when the dawn breaks, we shall see what you are made of.” <nc-section data-title="The Weight of Legacy" data-color="blue"> Twilight had bled into the stones, casting long, indigo shadows across the courtyard. Near the stables, Sir Roland stood apart from the bustling squires, his armor etched with faint runes that seemed to drink the fading light. He did not smile, but his gaze held a quiet gravity that pinned Frederick to the cobblestones. “I am Roland,” he said, his voice carrying the hush of old libraries and deeper vaults. “And you carry the name of the last who dared to stand between men and the sky.” He nodded toward the great keep. “Your training will not be with sword alone. Come. The bones of the world are waiting to be remembered.”