<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Encounter" data-color="red"> As Thunder approached the stables, I spotted a burly knight with a weathered face and a bushy red beard. He wore the colors of the kingdom, and I realized it must be Sir Roland, the knight tasked with training me. My heart beat faster in my chest. "Greetings, squire," he boomed. "I see you' Ram on time!" Sir Roland chuckled at his own joke, but his eyes twinkled with kindness. "It's an honor, Sir Roland," I said, dismounting Thunder's back. I bowed low before him, my armor clanking. "Aye, none of that now, lad," he said, clapping me on the back. "Call me Roland. We'll be spending a fair bit of time together, so we might as well be on first-name terms, eh?" I nodded, dumbfounded by his warmth and casual demeanor. "Right, let's get you settled in your quarters, and then we'll see about some food," he said, leading me towards the stables. "Looks like you've had a long journey. Tomorrow we'll start your training proper, teach you how to become a true knight of the realm." I followed him, my heart brimming with anticipation and unease, wondering what the future held in store for me. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Meeting" data-color="green"> Thunder came to a halt near the stables, and I slid off his back, my legs stiff from the long