<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, the scent of hay and leather filled the air. Just then, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached with a broad smile. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his presence was both imposing and reassuring. "Welcome, young squire," he said, extending a hand. "I trust your journey was swift? Here, you will learn the ways of the sword and the honor of knighthood." His voice was deep and warm, and I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of training under such a renowned warrior. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Cautious Encounter" data-color="green"> As I stepped off Thunder, I noticed a figure leaning against the stable door. It was Sir Roland, his expression unreadable. He wore a weathered cloak that seemed to blend with the shadows. "So, the new squire has arrived," he said, his tone measured. "You must understand, training here is not for the faint of heart. Many have come before you, and few have succeeded." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, but I stood tall, determined to prove myself. "I am ready, Sir Roland," I replied, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Greeting" data-color="blue"> As I approached the stables, a figure emerged from the dim light, cloaked in shadows. It was Sir Roland, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Ah, the new squire," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "You come at a time of great change. The kingdom is restless, and the winds whisper of ancient powers awakening." I felt a chill run down my spine, but I couldn't help but be intrigued. "What do you mean, Sir?" I asked, eager to learn more. He stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "You will soon discover that your training will be intertwined with the fate of the realm. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?" </nc-section>