<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the knight who would oversee my training. He looked me up and down, his brow furrowed in a stern expression. "So, you're the new squire, are you?" he said, his voice gruff and authoritative. "I hope you're ready to work hard, boy. The path to knighthood is not an easy one." I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling small and unsure of myself. But I straightened my shoulders and looked him in the eye, determined to prove myself worthy. "I'm ready, sir," I said, my voice wavering slightly. Sir Roland nodded, a hint of approval in his gaze. "We'll see about that," he said, turning to lead me towards the stables. "Follow me." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a tall, weathered man emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the knight who would oversee my training. He wore a warm smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice rich and welcoming. "I've been expecting you." I felt a surge of relief wash over me. This was not the stern, unyielding figure I had imagined. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I said, bowing respectfully. He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "No need for such formality, my boy. We're going to be spending a lot of time together, and I want us to be friends." I couldn't help but smile in return, already feeling more at ease in his presence. "Now, let's get you settled in and introduce you to the other squires," he said, turning towards the stables. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I approached the stables, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the knight who would oversee my training. He regarded me with a cool, appraising gaze, his arms folded across his chest. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice measured and controlled. "I've heard a lot about you, young Frederick." I felt a twinge of nervousness in the pit of my stomach, but I forced myself to stand tall and meet his gaze. "Yes, sir," I replied, my voice steady. Sir Roland nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Good. That's what I like to see – a squire with a backbone," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Come, let me show you around. There's much to be done if you're to become a true knight." With that, he turned and led me towards the stables, and I followed, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. </nc-section>