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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> I dismounted Thunder near the stables, my legs stiff from the long ride. A tall figure in gleaming armor stepped from the shadows of the archway. His face was weathered, scarred from countless battles, and his eyes bore into me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. "So, you're the boy they sent," Sir Roland said, his voice deep and commanding. He looked Thunder over, then back at me. "I've trained squires for twenty years. Most of them didn't last. Let's see if you're different." I swallowed hard and bowed. "I won't disappoint you, Sir Roland." "We'll see," he grunted, turning on his heel. "Stable your horse. You're late, and I don't tolerate tardiness." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Greeting" data-color="green"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I led Thunder into the stable yard. A burly man with a kind face and a thick brown beard was already waiting, leaning against a wooden post with his arms crossed. When he saw me, a wide grin spread across his weathered features. "Frederick! You made it!" Sir Roland pushed off the post and strode toward me, clasping my shoulder with a firm hand. "I was beginning to worry the road had swallowed you whole." I couldn't help but smile at his warmth. "The journey was long, Sir Roland, but worth every step." "Good lad," he chuckled, glancing at Thunder. "Fine horse you've got there. Come, let's get him settled, and then I'll show you to the barracks. You must be starving." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Unsettling Encounter" data-color="blue"> The stables were quieter than I expected. I swung down from Thunder's saddle, my boots crunching on the straw-covered ground. That's when I noticed him—Sir Roland, standing perfectly still in the dim light of a lantern, as if he had been waiting for some time. "You carry the mark," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on something about me I couldn't see. "Sir?" I asked, confused. He stepped closer, studying my face with a strange expression—something between hope and fear. "There's a reason you were chosen to come here, Frederick. It has nothing to do with swordplay or horsemanship." He paused, glancing over his shoulder as if checking that we were alone. "But we'll speak of that later. For now, stable your horse and say nothing of what I've told you." </nc-section>