<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a gruff knight with a bushy beard, emerged from the stables. "You must be the new squire," he growled. Without waiting for a reply, he tossed a pitchfork at Frederick. "Get to work cleaning out the stalls, boy. We'll see if you have what it takes." Though exhausted from his journey, Frederick dutifully began the unpleasant chore, shoveling manure into a wheelbarrow. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a smile. "Welcome, lad! You must be hungry after your long journey." He led Frederick into the castle kitchens, where a hearty beef stew bubbled over the fire. While Frederick ate ravenously, Sir Roland explained his duties with patience and encouragement. "I see great potential in you," he said. Frederick beamed, feeling eager to prove himself worthy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland strode up to Frederick holding a magnificent sword etched with ancient runes. "This blade has been passed down for generations to only the most valorous knights," Sir Roland declared. "If you can pull it from this stone, you will take your place among the heroes of legend." Heart pounding, Frederick wrapped his hands around the hilt and pulled with all his might. The sword slid out with a ringing shhhinnng! Sir Roland's eyes widened in awe. </nc-section>