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<nc-section data-title="Version 1 - The Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely dismounted at the stables, his boots still dusty from the road, when a tall figure in polished plate stepped from the shadows of the stable arch. Sir Roland, his beard streaked with grey and his cloak bearing the sigil of the castle, regarded the young squire with a stern, appraising eye. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I am Sir Roland, master-at-arms of this keep. Hand Thunder to the stable boy — you'll tend to your own gear, but we tend to our horses together here. Come, I'll show you where you'll bunk and where you'll bleed before you learn to swing a proper sword." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 - A Warm Greeting" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and horses still hung thick in the air near the stables when Frederick led Thunder to a trough. Before he could fumble with the saddle straps, a hearty laugh rang out behind him. "And you must be our new squire! Frederick, is it?" A broad-shouldered knight with a sun-worn face and kind eyes approached, offering a firm hand. "Sir Roland, at your service. Welcome to our corner of the kingdom, lad. Leave your horse to me — old Bramble here knows every newcomer. You've had a long ride; let's get you fed and tell you what training truly means in these walls." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 - An Ominous Welcome" data-color="blue"> Twilight had deepened by the time Frederick reached the stables, the stone walls cool and echoing with the nickering of horses. As he tied Thunder's reins, a voice spoke from the gloom within. "Frederick." Sir Roland emerged slowly, his armor catching the last blue light of dusk, his expression unreadable. "I have been waiting for you." Frederick bowed his head hastily. Sir Roland placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, his gaze drifting past the castle walls toward the distant, mist-shrouded peaks. "They told you that you came here to learn the sword and the lance," the knight said quietly. "But there are older things waking, squire. Things that will require more than steel. Come with me." </nc-section>