<nc-section data-title="The Meeting with Sir Roland" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, the scent of hay and leather filled the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the stables. Just as I was about to lead Thunder inside, a figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in gleaming armor, Sir Roland approached, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "Welcome, young squire," he said with a firm yet welcoming voice. "I hope your journey was not too arduous. The training here is no simple task, but I sense a fire within you." I felt a rush of pride as his gaze pierced through my nerves, igniting a resolve I didn’t know I had. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Meeting with Sir Roland" data-color="green"> With a thud, my boots hit the stable floor as I stepped from Thunder’s back. A figure emerged from the shadows, casting light from the sun that bathed the courtyard in gold. The knight, Sir Roland, bore a warm smile amid the rough lines of his weathered face. "Ah, the new squire! Frederick, is it?" he greeted, extending a hand. "The path of knighthood is filled with challenges—beginning with your training in the arts of combat and honor. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?" His eyes twinkled with a mix of wisdom and mischief, and I felt both intimidated and exhilarated by his presence. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Meeting with Sir Roland" data-color="blue"> As I settled Thunder in the adjacent stall, a towering figure appeared among the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, renowned for his valiance, stepped forward, the light shimmering off his polished armor. "Ah, a fledgling squire at last!" he exclaimed with a hearty laugh that echoed against the wooden beams. "Frederick, I've heard tales of your potential. Under my watch, you’ll learn not just to wield a sword, but to wield your heart in battle. Are you ready to face the trials that await?" His confidence was infectious, filling me with a sense of purpose even amidst my uncertainties. </nc-section>