<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick approached the stables, Sir Roland, a tall man clad in shining armor, awaited him sternly by the gate. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice deep and uninviting. "Prepare yourself, boy, for the rigorous training that lies ahead. There's no room for weakness here." Frederick nodded, feeling the weight of anticipation and fear settle on his shoulders. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Introduction" data-color="green"> Frederick dismounted near the stables where Sir Roland, the local knight, greeted him with a warm smile. "Welcome, young squire! I am Sir Roland. We’ve been expecting you," he said, extending his hand. Frederick shook it, relieved by the friendly reception. "I hope you're ready to learn and grow. Training is tough, but I'm here to guide you." Frederick felt a surge of excitement and gratitude. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> At the stables, the shadow of a tall figure loomed as Frederick arrived. The figure stepped into the fading light, revealing himself as Sir Roland. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, seemed to look right through Frederick. "So you are the one chosen by the prophecy," Sir Roland murmured almost to himself. Frederick, taken aback, could only nod silently. "Come, let us find your destiny together," Sir Roland beckoned with a mysterious smile. </nc-section>