<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, Sir Roland, the local knight known for his valor and wisdom, approached me with a broad smile. "Welcome, young squire!" he boomed, his voice echoing off the stable walls. "I trust your journey was swift? Here, you will learn not just the art of combat, but the honor that comes with it." His presence was imposing, yet his kind eyes reassured me that I was in good hands. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Cautious Encounter" data-color="green"> As I stepped off Thunder, I noticed Sir Roland leaning against the stable door, arms crossed and a skeptical look on his face. "So, you’re the new squire," he said, his tone measured. "Many have come before you, eager to prove themselves. But remember, it takes more than just bravery to become a knight." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, but I nodded, determined to show him I was worthy of the title. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Warning" data-color="blue"> I had barely settled Thunder in the stable when Sir Roland emerged from the shadows, his expression grave. "Frederick," he said, his voice low, "there are whispers in the wind. Dark forces are stirring, and your training will be more crucial than you realize." He glanced around as if expecting someone to overhear. "Stay vigilant, for the path of a knight is fraught with peril." I felt a chill run down my spine, the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. </nc-section>