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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Gruff Welcome" data-color="red"> I pulled Thunder to a heavy halt outside the stable doors, the thick smell of hay and leather washing over me. From the shadow of the overhang stepped a hulking figure wrapped in battered plate armor. Sir Roland. His face was a canvas of pale scars, dominated by a jaw that looked as though it had met one too many warhammers. He folded his massive arms over his chest, his steel-gray eyes sizing me up from my mud-splattered boots to my trembling hands on the reins. "You're late, boy," Roland grunted, his voice sounding like two grinding millstones. "And your beast is lathered. Dismount and rub him down before you even think about looking for a warm bed." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Veteran's Smile" data-color="green"> Thunder slowed to a gentle walk as we reached the arched entrance of the castle stables. A tall knight with a salt-and-pepper beard was leaning against a hitching post, whistling a soft tune while polishing a saddle. Seeing me, Sir Roland set his work aside and wiped his brow with the back of his gauntlet. A broad, genial smile split his weathered face. "Ah, the young master from the valley!" Roland called out, stepping forward with a welcoming hand outstretched. "Frederick, isn't it? Welcome to the Keep. You've made good time, though I reckon your horse would appreciate a long drink and a dry stall after that ride." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Duty Calls" data-color="blue"> As Thunder's hooves clattered against the cobblestones by the stable yard, a lean, dark-haired knight emerged from the gloom of the stalls. Sir Roland carried himself with the quiet, predatory grace of a veteran who never truly lowered his guard. He tossed a dry rag into my lap before I had even swung my leg over the saddle. "Reins tight, back straight, even when you're tired," Roland said crisply, inspecting the lather on Thunder's neck. "Welcome to service, Squire Frederick. Tend to your mount, grab your kit, and meet me in the courtyard in ten minutes. Training begins tonight." </nc-section>