<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a gruff voice called out. "You there, boy! You must be the new squire." A burly knight with a thick beard and steely eyes approached me. This must be Sir Roland, the local knight. He eyed me up and down, his brow furrowed. "You've got a lot to learn if you want to survive in my ranks. Follow me, and try to keep up." Without another word, he turned and strode towards the castle, leaving me to hurry after him. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Warm Greeting" data-color="green"> A kindly voice called out as I neared the stables. "Ah, you must be the new squire, Frederick." An older knight with a friendly smile approached me. This was Sir Roland, the local knight. He extended a gloved hand and clasped mine firmly. "Welcome to our humble castle. I've been expecting you. Come, let me show you around and introduce you to the others." His tone was warm and welcoming, putting me at ease as I followed him towards the grand entrance. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Dubious Welcome" data-color="blue"> As I rode up to the stables, a stern-faced knight stepped forward. This must be Sir Roland, the local knight. He eyed me skeptically, sizing me up. "So, you're the new squire, are you?" he said, his voice gruff. "We'll see if you've got what it takes to make it here." He gestured for me to dismount, his expression unreadable. "Follow me. I'll show you to your quarters, and then we'll see about getting you started on your training." </nc-section>