<nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, the scent of hay and leather filled the air. Just then, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached with a broad smile. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his presence was both imposing and reassuring. "Welcome, young squire," he said, extending a hand. "I trust your journey was swift? You have much to learn, but fear not, for I shall guide you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Introduction" data-color="green"> The stables were alive with the sounds of whinnying horses and the clatter of hooves. As I stepped inside, a figure caught my eye. Sir Roland, known for his valor and skill, stood leaning against a wooden post. He straightened up as I approached, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, the new squire! I hope you’re ready for the trials ahead. Training is no easy feat, but I promise you, it will be worth it," he said, clapping me on the shoulder with a hearty laugh. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Challenge" data-color="blue"> The stables were bustling with activity, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh straw. Just as I was taking in the sights, a figure stepped forward from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, his armor polished to a shine. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding. "I hope you’ve come prepared. Training will test your limits, but it will also forge you into a true knight. Are you ready to embrace the challenge?" His eyes bore into mine, and I felt a surge of determination rise within me. </nc-section>