<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)" data-color="red"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a stern expression. "You're late, boy. Being punctual is the mark of a good squire." Frederick stammered an apology, embarrassed to have kept the famous knight waiting. Sir Roland's frown deepened. "I'll not have laziness in my service. You have much to prove." Frederick nodded, cheeks burning with shame. He vowed to wake earlier and not disappoint Sir Roland again. The knight was known for his skill in battle and his high expectations of squires. Frederick would need to work hard to live up to his demands. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland gave Frederick a friendly smile as he approached. "Welcome, lad! Right on time I see." Frederick beamed, pleased to have made a good first impression on the well-respected knight. "I look forward to training under you, Sir Roland." The knight clapped him on the back. "And I look forward to teaching you all I know! With hard work and dedication, you'll make a fine knight someday." Frederick stood taller, pride swelling in his chest at Sir Roland's praise. This was his chance to learn from the best and prove himself worthy of knighthood. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland scrutinized Frederick with narrowed eyes. "So you're the new squire?" Frederick swallowed nervously. "Yes sir, Frederick at your service." The knight harrumphed. "You're a scrawny lad. I doubt you could even lift a proper sword." Frederick's spirits sank at the dismissal. He had trained for years, hoping to become a squire and prove his skill. Now this legendary knight thought him weak and useless. Sir Roland sighed. "No matter. We'll build up those spindly arms soon enough. Report for training at dawn - and pray you survive it." With that, he turned on his heel and strode away. </nc-section>