<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder whinnied as we approached the stables. A hulking knight, clad in shining silver armor, stood by the entrance. His face, hardened by years of battle, was etched with lines of determination. He held a heavy sword, its blade glinting in the fading light. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "Name's Sir Roland. Don't let the fancy title fool you, boy. I'm not here to hand out favors. You work hard, and maybe you'll learn something." Frederick, trying to hide his nervousness, replied, "It's an honor, Sir Roland. I'll do my best." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As Thunder trotted towards the stables, a tall figure stood near the entrance. A knight, his armor polished to a gleaming shine, held a well-worn leather riding crop in his hand. He smiled warmly as he approached. "Welcome to the castle," said the knight, his voice as gentle as a summer breeze. "My name's Sir Roland. You must be Frederick, the new squire. Don't be shy about asking for help, lad. We all start somewhere." Frederick felt a wave of relief wash over him. This knight seemed far less intimidating than the fearsome tales he'd heard about the castle guards. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Thunder neared the stables, Frederick noticed a knight dismounting a magnificent black steed. The knight, with a thick black beard and a stern face, looked at him with a sharp blue gaze. "You must be Frederick," he said. "I'm Sir Roland. Now, I'm not one for chit-chat. Just get your horse settled, and be ready for morning training. We've got a lot to cover." Frederick's heart pounded in his chest. He had never seen such a commanding figure, and the knight's words left no room for doubt. He hurried to tend to Thunder, a sense of nervous excitement filling his mind. </nc-section>