<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a burly man with a bushy beard, greeted Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young squire! I see you've arrived just in time for supper. Come, let me show you to the squires' quarters so you can wash up." Frederick followed Sir Roland across the courtyard, gazing in wonder at the knights training with their swords and maces. This was his first day of knight's training, and he was eager to prove himself. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland awaited Frederick in the stables. "Greetings, young man! That is a fine steed you have there," he said, gesturing to Frederick's horse. Thunder nickered softly as Sir Roland examined him. "I can see you will be a skilled rider. Come, I will show you to your quarters." Frederick walked with the knight, stealing glances at the other squires and pages running about the castle. He hoped he would soon join them in their training and adventures. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland stood tall as Frederick approached, his armor glinting in the torchlight. "Welcome, Frederick. I have heard good things about you from your village," he said. "Thank you, sir knight," Frederick replied. "I aim to be the best squire I can." Sir Roland nodded. "Good. The path is long, but those with dedication can go far." He turned and headed into the castle. Frederick followed, determined to prove himself worthy. </nc-section>