<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Seasoned Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, I spotted a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in gleaming armor. Sir Roland, the local knight renowned for his valor in battle, stood with an air of authority. His piercing blue eyes settled on me, and he offered a firm nod. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said in a gruff voice. "You've chosen an opportune time to begin your training. The kingdom needs courageous souls like yours." His words, though few, bore the weight of encouragement and a promise of tough days ahead, but the kind of days that forged warriors. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Embrace" data-color="green"> Upon reaching the stables, Sir Roland was already waiting. Unlike the formidable knight stories portrayed, he held a gentle demeanor. With a warm smile, he extended an arm in greeting. "Ah, Frederick, welcome to our humble abode," he said, patting my shoulder amicably. "Life here by the castle can be challenging, but it's also where you'll find your greatest strength. Should you need guidance, you'll find a friend in me." His warmth was reassuring, transforming the intimidating castle into a place that felt almost like home. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Somber Introduction" data-color="blue"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, Sir Roland approached with a solemn expression. "Frederick, I presume," he stated, his tone neither harsh nor welcoming, but matter-of-fact. His reputation as a stern knight was well known, and his presence was commanding. "The king expects much from his squires, but remember, true strength lies in discipline and honor." His gaze was steady, instilling within me a sense of both duty and an inkling of apprehension. The path ahead was uncertain, yet under his tutelage, I vowed to forge my destiny. </nc-section>