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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> The stables smelled of hay and horse sweat. Frederick dismounted Thunder, his legs shaky from the long ride. A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stable entrance. Sir Roland stood over six feet tall, his armor gleaming even in the dim light. His face was weathered, scarred from countless battles. "So you're the new squire," he said, his voice flat and cold. "I've seen better posture on dying men. Straighten up, boy. Your training begins now, not tomorrow, not after you've rested. Now." He grabbed Thunder's reins from Frederick's hands. "I'll have someone tend to your horse. You follow me." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stables were warm and filled with the comforting scent of fresh hay. Frederick dismounted Thunder, patting his neck gratefully. "Good boy," he whispered. A hearty laugh echoed from behind him. "Fine horse you have there, lad!" Sir Roland emerged from the stable, wiping his hands on a cloth. He was a broad-shouldered man with kind eyes and a thick brown beard touched with grey. He extended a calloused hand. "Sir Roland, at your service. And you must be Frederick! We've been expecting you. Come, let's get your horse settled first, then I'll show you to your quarters. You must be exhausted from the journey. We can discuss your training over a warm meal tonight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stables were quieter than Frederick expected. He dismounted Thunder slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim interior. A lantern flickered near the back, casting long shadows. A figure stepped forward, his boots crunching on the straw-covered floor. "You arrived later than anticipated," Sir Roland said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was leaner than Frederick had imagined, with sharp features and eyes that seemed to look through rather than at him. "That is... unfortunate. But perhaps it is meant to be." He glanced at the darkening sky through the stable doors. "There is much you need to learn, young Frederick. More than you realize. The path ahead is not what you've been told. But that is a conversation for another time. For now, stable your horse and follow me. We have much to do before dawn." </nc-section>