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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Formal Welcome" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely swung down from Thunder's saddle near the stables when a tall figure in polished steel stepped from the shadows of the stable door. "So, you are the new squire," Sir Roland said, his voice stern and measured. He looked Frederick up and down, taking in his dusty tunic and travel-worn boots. "I am Sir Roland. You will rise at dawn, you will tend your horse before yourself, and you will obey without question. Do that, and perhaps you will become a knight. Fail, and you will leave by that same gate. Understood?" Frederick swallowed and bowed his head. "Yes, Sir Roland." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and horses hung in the air by the stables as Frederick led Thunder toward an empty stall. A broad-shouldered knight with a laughing face clapped him heartily on the shoulder. "Well met, Frederick! You made good time!" boomed Sir Roland, grinning beneath his gray-streaked beard. "I'm Roland. Come, let's get Thunder fed and watered — a squire's first duty is to his horse, but his second is to a hot supper. You must be starving after that ride, lad!" Frederick grinned back, all his nervousness melting away. "Thank you, sir. I am." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Quiet Warning" data-color="blue"> Frederick was brushing down Thunder outside the stables when he realized he was not alone. A knight stood watching him in the twilight, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. "You ride well for one so young," the man said softly. "I am Sir Roland." He glanced not at Frederick, but toward the dark mountains beyond the castle walls. "They told you why you were sent here, I hope? They told you what we guard — and what has begun to stir again?" Frederick shook his head slowly, and Sir Roland's expression grew grave. "Then come with me. There is much you must learn before nightfall." </nc-section>