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I'll create three alternate continuations for this moment in Frederick's journey. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a broad-shouldered man in polished armor strode toward me, his weathered face breaking into a warm smile. "You must be Frederick," he said, clasping my forearm in a firm grip. "I am Sir Roland. We've been expecting you." His eyes, kind yet sharp, studied me with the practiced gaze of a seasoned warrior. "Come, lad. Let us get Thunder settled, and then I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. Tomorrow, your training begins at dawn—and I warn you, I am not known for my patience with idle squires." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern First Impression" data-color="green"> A figure emerged from the shadows of the stables, and I nearly stumbled in my haste to appear composed. Sir Roland was taller than I had imagined, his armor bearing the scars of a hundred battles. He said nothing at first, merely circling Thunder with a critical eye before turning that same scrutiny upon me. "So this is what they send me," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "A boy who rides hard and thinks little." He sighed. "Well, Frederick, we shall see what you're made of. Tend to your horse first. A knight who neglects his mount neglects his life." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Encounter" data-color="blue"> I had barely swung down from the saddle when a voice called out from the stable doorway. "Easy there—you'll spook the mares." A man stepped into the fading light, leading a chestnut mare by the reins. There was something unhurried about him, a calm that spoke of quiet confidence rather than arrogance. "Sir Roland," he offered, by way of introduction, though he did not extend his hand. Instead, he reached past me to stroke Thunder's neck. "Fine animal. You've cared for him well on the road—that tells me more about you than any letter of recommendation could. Welcome to the castle, Frederick. You'll find we judge men here by their deeds, not their birth." </nc-section>