<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a grizzled veteran knight, approached Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome lad," he bellowed in a deep voice. "I'll be takin' care of your trainin'. But don't expect me to go easy on ye just because ye're green." Frederick nodded, a bit intimidated by the imposing man. But he was determined to become a strong knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland waited by the stables, leaning casually on a pitchfork. Though seasoned from many battles, he had a calm, approachable demeanor. "Good to meet you, Frederick," he said with a smile. "I'll be guiding your training in combat and chivalry. Don't hesitate to ask me any questions." Frederick felt at ease with this mentor and looked forward to learning the ways of knighthood. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland stood tall and proud by the stables in his gleaming armor. His stern face broke into a rare smile when he saw Frederick. "Welcome, young squire," he said in his deep, commanding voice. "I expect great things from you. Work hard and pay attention, and you may one day take my place as the kingdom's champion." Frederick's heart swelled with excitement and pride at these words. </nc-section>