<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Welcoming Knight" data-color="red"> As Thunder slowed to a halt near the stables, a robust figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the local knight, known for his valor and unmatched skill in battle. His armor gleamed even in the dimming light, and his eyes mirrored the depth of the ocean. With a hearty laugh, he clapped a firm hand on Frederick's shoulder. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice as strong as the castle's stone walls. "I've heard much about you and your spirit. May your stay here be filled with valor and honor." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Word of Caution" data-color="green"> Frederick dismounted Thunder, his boots crunching on the gravel path leading to the stables. There, leaning against a wooden post, was Sir Roland. His expression was stern, yet a hint of warmth flickered in his eyes. "Frederick," he called, his voice as steady as a mountain breeze. "This land has seen many tales, some glorious, some grim. Keep your wits about you, and remember, honor is earned through deeds, not words. Welcome to your new life." He extended his hand, a gesture of both greeting and warning. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Offer" data-color="blue"> As Frederick guided Thunder into the stable yard, he noticed Sir Roland approaching, his chainmail clinking softly with each step. The knight's smile was wide and genuine, and his presence seemed to bring a sense of peace to the bustling surroundings. "Ah, the young squire we've all been hearing about," he said with a nod. "How about joining me on tomorrow's patrol? There's no better way to learn than seeing the kingdom through the eyes of a knight." Frederick's heart leapt at the unexpected opportunity, knowing this was the beginning of many adventures. </nc-section>