<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a gruff middle-aged knight, approached Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young squire," he said in a gravelly voice. "I'll be overseeing your training here at the castle." Sir Roland led Frederick into the stables and showed him where he would sleep and care for his horse. Though brusque in manner, Roland seemed knowledgeable and Frederick hoped he would learn much under his tutelage. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, a slender knight in polished armor, strode up to Frederick with a warm smile. "Greetings, Frederick. I've been expecting you," he said kindly. "I'll be guiding your training while you're with us." Sir Roland showed Frederick to the barracks, where a simple but comfortable bed awaited. Over supper in the great hall, Roland regaled Frederick with tales of his own squire days and heroic adventures. Frederick knew he would get along well with this mentor. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland awaited Frederick in the courtyard, leaning casually against a stone pillar. "You must be the new squire," he said wryly, looking Frederick up and down. Roland did not wait for a reply before turning on his heel and striding towards the stables. "Hurry up, then. Your duties start immediately." Frederick scrambled after Roland, taken aback by his abrupt manner. It was clear this knight would be a strict teacher. Frederick steeled himself for the hard work ahead under Roland's demanding tutelage. </nc-section>