<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder, he noticed a tall, imposing figure approaching from the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, was clad in gleaming armor that caught the last rays of the setting sun. His stern face softened as he extended a hand to Frederick. "Welcome, young squire," Sir Roland said, his voice deep and resonant. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" Frederick nodded, feeling a mix of awe and nervousness. "Yes, Sir Roland. It was a smooth ride." "Good," Sir Roland replied, clapping Frederick on the shoulder. "Let's get you settled in. Your training begins at dawn." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The First Encounter" data-color="green"> Frederick guided Thunder towards the stables, where he saw Sir Roland waiting. The knight was a towering figure, his armor polished to a mirror-like shine. He had a kind but authoritative presence, and his eyes twinkled with wisdom. "Ah, you must be Frederick," Sir Roland greeted, his voice warm and welcoming. "I've heard much about you." Frederick bowed respectfully. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Roland." "The honor is mine," Sir Roland said with a smile. "Come, let's get you and your steed settled. We have much to discuss before your training begins." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Knight's Welcome" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, he saw Sir Roland standing by, his armor glinting in the fading light. The knight's presence was commanding, yet there was a gentleness in his eyes that put Frederick at ease. "Welcome, Frederick," Sir Roland said, his voice carrying a note of genuine warmth. "I trust Thunder served you well on your journey?" Frederick smiled and nodded. "Yes, Sir Roland. Thunder is a fine steed." "Excellent," Sir Roland replied, patting Thunder's neck. "Let's get you both settled. Tomorrow, your training begins, and there is much to learn." </nc-section>