<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a grizzled old knight, stood near the stables as Frederick arrived. "Welcome, young squire," he said gruffly. "These horses need tending to before supper. See that they're brushed and fed." Frederick hesitated, expecting a warmer welcome on his first day. But he remembered his manners and gave a short bow. "Yes, sir," he said respectfully, before hurrying off to care for the mighty war horses. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a broad smile. "Welcome, my boy! We've been expecting you." He clasped Frederick's hand warmly. "Come, let me show you around." He led Frederick into the bustling stables, introducing him to the stable hands and the castle's horses. "This is Thunderbolt, my trusty steed." The large gray stallion nickered in greeting. Frederick couldn't believe he was here amongst legends, ready to begin his heroic journey. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland stood tall atop his white stallion. His armor glinted in the torchlight as he watched Frederick approach. "State your business, stranger," he commanded. Frederick stood tongue-tied. This was not the welcome he expected. "I'm...I'm Frederick, the new squire," he stammered. Sir Roland studied him silently before his face finally cracked into a smile. "Just having a bit of fun, my boy! Good to have you with us!" He dismounted and heartily shook Frederick's hand, welcoming him to the castle. </nc-section>