<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Sir Roland's Challenge" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder near the stables, Sir Roland approached, his armor glinting in the fading sunlight. His face was stern, and he carried the weight of many battles. "I see you’ve arrived, young squire," he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. "I hope you are as ready for the hardships of knighthood as that fine horse of yours appears for battle." His gaze was piercing, testing Frederick's resolve. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Welcome" data-color="green"> Frederick tethered Thunder to a post outside the stables when Sir Roland, cloaked in a vibrant emerald cape, approached with a warm smile. "Welcome to our stronghold, young Frederick!" he exclaimed, extending his hand in friendship. His greeting was kind, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "You’ve come at a pivotal time, and I am eager to see what mettle you bring to our ranks," he added cheerfully. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Sir Roland's Inquiry" data-color="blue"> Upon reaching the stables, Frederick was met by Sir Roland, whose presence was as calming as the blue twilight. "So, you are the new squire," he observed quietly, studying Frederick with a thoughtful look. "Many come with dreams of glory; few understand the true cost. What do you seek here at the castle, Frederick?" His question seemed to hold layers of meaning, inviting a deeper reflection from the young squire. </nc-section>