<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> A gruff voice boomed from behind me. "Well, well, if it isn't the new squire. You must be Frederick." I turned to see a towering figure clad in shining armor, his face obscured by a dark helmet. His voice was low and rumbling, betraying a formidable strength. "Welcome! I'm Sir Roland, your master. I see you've chosen a fine steed, though you'll need to show me how well you can handle him." A smirk played on his lips as he lowered his visor, revealing eyes that burned with the fire of a seasoned warrior. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stables came into view, alive with the sounds of hooves and the scent of hay. Before I could even dismount, a hand landed on my shoulder, strong and reassuring. "You must be Frederick," a voice boomed, warm and friendly. Turning, I saw a man of imposing stature with a face weathered by years of service. His armor, though bearing the marks of countless battles, gleamed with a soft, almost gentle light. This was Sir Roland, the knight of the castle, and his eyes, twinkling with good humor, sent a wave of relief over me. "Welcome, young squire. I'm eager to see what skills you bring to the table and what kind of knight you will become." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Thunder slowed to a walk, a figure emerged from the shade of the stables. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his armor emblazoned with a coat of arms that shimmered in the fading light. "So you're the one they're calling Frederick," he said, his voice a smooth baritone that had a hint of amusement in it. "Word is you're a promising young knight, but we'll see about that." Sir Roland, the local knight, stepped closer, his golden eyes meeting mine. He was a man of presence, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. "I'm glad you've found your way here. As you are under my care now, I expect you to learn quickly and well. We'll begin your training at first light." </nc-section>