<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, I noticed Sir Roland approaching me. He was a burly man with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, extending a hand. "I am Sir Roland. It is an honor to meet our kingdom's newest squire." I shook his hand firmly, feeling a surge of excitement and nerves. "The training ahead will be rigorous, but I assure you, you are in good hands." He led me towards the stables, where a group of horses await our arrival.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> I tethered Thunder to a post, and as I turned to greet Sir Roland, I was struck by his imposing figure. He towered over me, his armor shiny and polished. "Greetings, Frederick," he said, his voice like thunder. "It is an honor to have you join our ranks. We will begin your training at dawn. Expect a hearty breakfast and a stern introduction to the life of a squire." His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I felt a burning determination to prove myself. Together, we entered the stable, where the smell of hay and leather filled the air.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> With a final pat on Thunder's neck, I followed Sir Roland towards the stables. His eyes seemed to bore into me, assessing my worth. "Frederick, it's an honor to meet our newest recruit," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Tomorrow, we begin your training. Prepare yourself for a journey of self-discovery and challenge. The night is young, and you have much to learn." We stepped into the stable, the sounds of horses whinnying and rustling hay enveloping us. I felt a sense of anticipation mixed with trepidation, knowing that my life was about to change forever.</nc-section>