<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland smiled warmly as Frederick dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young Frederick! We've been expecting you." He clapped the boy on the back. "Come, I'll show you to the squire's quarters so you can get settled in." Frederick nodded, keeping pace as the knight led him inside the bustling stables. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland stood with his arms crossed, frowning as Frederick approached. "You're late," he said gruffly. Frederick stammered an apology, explaining his horse had thrown a shoe on the journey. The knight harrumphed. "No excuses here, boy. You'll need to prove yourself." He tossed Frederick a pitchfork. "Start mucking out the stalls. We'll see if you last the week." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland was nowhere to be seen as Frederick led his horse into the stables. The squire looked around in confusion. "Hello?" he called out tentatively. There was no response except for the snorting of horses and the fluttering of pigeons in the rafters. Frederick shrugged and began unsaddling his stallion. He figured the knight must be busy with other duties. For now, he'd make himself useful and get settled in. </nc-section>