<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight's Boast" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a booming voice echoed across the courtyard. Sir Roland, the local knight, strode towards me, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Ah, you must be the new squire," he declared, his chest puffed out. "I am Sir Roland, the greatest knight this land has ever known. I've fought in a hundred battles and slain a dragon with my own two hands." He eyed me up and down, a hint of a sneer on his lips. "I suppose you think you have what it takes to be a true knight, eh?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Welcome" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, a friendly voice called out to me. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached with a warm smile. "Ah, Frederick, welcome to our humble castle! I trust your journey was uneventful. I see you've brought a fine horse with you - Thunder, isn't it? A noble steed indeed." He nodded at the stallion before turning his attention back to me. "Come, let us get you settled and I'll show you to the great hall for dinner. You must be famished." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight's Warning" data-color="blue"> As I tended to Thunder's saddle, a deep voice spoke behind me. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed in a serious expression. "Frederick, I suppose you've heard the rumors about the strange happenings in the nearby village. Dark creatures lurking in the shadows, whispers of an ancient evil stirring... I fear these are not mere tales. As a squire, you will be expected to face these dangers head-on. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?" </nc-section>