<nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, the scent of hay and leather filled the air. There, leaning against the stable door, was Sir Roland—a figure of strength in polished armor that glimmered even in the fading light. He had a warm smile, his golden hair brushing against the shoulder of his cloak. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice a deep rumble like distant thunder. "I trust your journey was swift?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Advice" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I found Sir Roland examining his warhorse, a powerful beast with a coat as dark as midnight. He looked up as I approached, his piercing blue eyes scanning me with a mix of curiosity and respect. "Frederick, isn't it?" he asked, straightening up. "The path of a knight is arduous, but if you are willing to put in the effort, noble deeds await you. Let me show you around these stables before we begin your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Challenge" data-color="blue"> Just as I tied Thunder to a post, Sir Roland strode over, his steps confident and firm. "Ah, the new recruit!" he exclaimed, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "How about we see if you're as good with a sword as you are with that horse? I propose a friendly duel—just to assess your skills before we commence your training." My heart raced at the challenge, excitement and nerves intertwining as I nodded in agreement. </nc-section>