<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a burly knight with a bushy beard, greeted Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young squire! We've been expecting you. I'll show you to the barracks where you'll be staying." Sir Roland led Frederick into a long building filled with rows of cots. "Get settled in and rest up. Training starts at dawn!" Sir Roland said with a hearty laugh and a forceful slap on Frederick's back. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland approached Frederick, his armor glinting in the sunset. "Greetings, Frederick. I've heard good things about you from your village elders. Hard work is rewarded here, but you'll be expected to prove yourself." He gestured towards the practice yard where several squires were sparring. "Show me what you've learned thus far when you've settled in. Skill must be nurtured." Sir Roland placed a hand reassuringly on Frederick's shoulder and walked with him towards the barracks. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland strode up to Frederick, eyeing him closely. "New blood, eh? Don't expect special treatment here, boy. You'll train hard, do as you're told, and maybe one day make a half-decent knight." He scowled, looking Frederick up and down dismissively. "Though from the looks of you, you've got a long way to go. Report to the quartermaster for uniform fitting then get to the barracks. Dawn comes early around here." Sir Roland turned abruptly and marched off, leaving Frederick standing uncertainly near the stables clutching his sack of belongings. </nc-section>