<nc-section data-title="The Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a grizzled knight approached. His armor, though scarred from many battles, shone with the pride of a lifetime of service. "Welcome, young Frederick," Sir Roland's voice boomed, a hint of warmth softening his stern countenance. "Your journey has been long, but your true test begins now." His eyes, a piercing blue, bore into mine, as if he could see the mettle of my spirit within. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="green"> The heavy clanking of armor drew my attention to the stable entrance, where Sir Roland stood, a tower of steel and valor. His presence commanded respect, yet his smile was genuine and inviting. "Ah, the new squire! Come, Frederick, let me show you around," he said, clapping a gauntlet on my shoulder. The scent of leather and metal filled the air as we walked, and I felt a surge of excitement for the days to come. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Introduction" data-color="blue"> The evening air was filled with the gentle sounds of horses and the clinking of tack being put away for the night. As I led Thunder into the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows, the fading sunlight glinting off his polished breastplate. "Frederick," he declared, extending a hand adorned with a worn leather glove, "I am Sir Roland, the knight you will be training under. I've heard much about you. Let's see if you live up to your reputation." His voice was steady and measured, leaving no doubt that my life as a squire was about to begin in earnest. </nc-section>