<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Welcoming (Red)" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder near the stables, he noticed a burly man with an imposing presence approaching him. The man wore gleaming armor and carried a helmet under his arm. His face bore the lines of countless battles, yet his eyes were kind. "Welcome, young squire," the man said with a grin. "I am Sir Roland, protector of these lands. I trust your journey was uneventful?" Frederick bowed respectfully. "It was peaceful, Sir Roland. I am honored to begin my training under your guidance." Sir Roland clapped a hand on Frederick's shoulder. "Good, we shall see how you fare. Duty calls, and the path of a knight is never easy. Come, we'll get you settled in the barracks first." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Cautious Greeting (Green)" data-color="green"> As Frederick was tying Thunder to the post, a knight with striking blue eyes and a sun-weathered face approached him cautiously. His armor was well-kept, but there were visible signs of wear—testament to many battles fought. "Greetings, squire," the knight said in a measured tone. "I am Sir Roland. You must be Frederick." Frederick nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Yes, Sir Roland. It is an honor to meet you." Sir Roland gave a curt nod. "The honor is shared. Before you settle in, let me warn you—this place has seen its share of turmoil. Always stay vigilant. Now, follow me to the barracks. There is much to learn and little time to waste." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Gruff Commander (Blue)" data-color="blue"> Frederick had barely dismounted Thunder when he was approached by a grizzled knight with a stern expression. His armor was scarred and worn, a testament to many harsh battles. He carried an air of authority that demanded respect. "Are you Frederick, the new squire?" the knight asked gruffly. "Yes, sir," Frederick replied, standing tall. "I am here to begin my training." The knight eyed him critically. "I am Sir Roland. We have no time for formalities. The life of a knight is relentless and unforgiving. You will do well to remember that." Frederick swallowed hard but nodded. "Yes, Sir Roland." "Good," Sir Roland said. "Follow me. The barracks are this way. Prepare yourself for the challenges ahead." </nc-section>