<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)" data-color="red"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a hearty laugh and clap on the back that nearly knocked the wind out of the young squire. "Welcome, lad! We've been expecting you. Ready to start your training?" Frederick nodded, still trying to catch his breath from the strong pat on the back. Sir Roland showed him to the stables where he would care for the horses as the first step in his long journey to knighthood. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland met Frederick at the stables with a stern look. "You're late," he scolded. Frederick stammered an apology, explaining his travels had taken longer than expected. Sir Roland's expression softened slightly. "Very well. See that it doesn't happen again. Now, come along, we must start your training at once." Frederick nodded and hurried after the knight, hoping his tardiness hadn't already ruined his chances of becoming a squire. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a smile and firm handshake. "Welcome to the castle, young Frederick. We've heard good things about you." Frederick beamed with pride. "Thank you, sir. I'm honored to be here and ready to begin my training." Sir Roland nodded approvingly. "Excellent. I'll show you to the barracks where you'll stay with the other squires. Tomorrow your training begins." Frederick could hardly contain his excitement as he followed Sir Roland, eager to start his journey to knighthood. </nc-section>