<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a broad-shouldered man with a bushy beard, greeted Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young Frederick! We've been expecting you." His voice boomed across the courtyard. Frederick bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Sir Knight. I'm honored to begin my training here." "Excellent!" bellowed Sir Roland. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters so you can rest up for tomorrow's trials." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland waited near the stables, leaning casually on a pitchfork. He eyed Frederick with thinly veiled contempt. "So you're the new squire? You look a bit scrawny for the job if you ask me." Stung by the insult, Frederick held his head high. "I may be small, but I make up for it with speed and dedication." Sir Roland spat on the ground. "We'll see about that." He tossed the pitchfork aside and marched off. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland stood tall atop his noble steed, greeting Frederick with a warm smile. "Welcome, young squire! We have prepared the training yard for your arrival." Frederick smiled back eagerly. "Thank you, Sir Knight! I'm ready to begin." With a sweeping gesture, Sir Roland directed Frederick towards the barracks. "Go settle in, then join me in the yard to assess your skills." </nc-section>