<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)"> <nc-practice-product> As I rode into the castle courtyard, I spotted the tall, proud figure of Sir Roland awaiting me. His armor gleamed in the fading light and his cloak billowed around him. He smiled warmly as I dismounted. "Greetings young Frederick," he said, his voice deep and confident. "Welcome to Castleelcome. I see you made the journey without incident." "Yes, Sir Roland," I replied, bowing slightly. "It's an honor to meet you." His eyes appraised me as he strode over and clapped a hand on my shoulder. "You have a fire in your eyes. The makings of a true warrior. Let us hope it guides you well." With that, he turned and gestured for me to follow. "Come, the stablehands will tend your steed. I shall show you to your quarters." I grinned as I fell into step beside him, eager to begin my path to knighthood. </nc-practice-product> </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)"> <nc-practice-product> Sir Roland was there to greet me as I entered the stables, his eyes narrowed. He looked me up and down before speaking. "You're Frederick, I presume? The young man here for training?" I nodded, still somewhat awed to be speaking to the famed knight. "Yes, Sir Roland. An honor to meet you, sir." He grunted. "We shall see if you prove worthy of that honor in time. But first, you'll need to stable your mount properly. That's your first lesson, boy." He strode off without waiting for a response, clearly expecting to be obeyed. I sighed and unsaddled Thunder, knowing this would be a long, hard road to becoming a knight. </nc-practice-product> </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)"> <nc-practice-product> As I guided Thunder through the courtyard gates, the gruff voice of a knight hollered out. "Boy!" I looked up to see Sir Roland scowling at me disapprovingly. "I believe the stablemaster is expecting your steed, Squire," he said sharply. "Yes, Sir Roland," I replied, glancing longingly at the stone castle walls. I would have to negotiate with the stableman later for better accommodations than expected. For now, I gave Thunder a pat and handed him over, watching as the stableman whisked him off. Sir Roland held up a hand, preventing me from following. "A word, Squire. You may be young and untested, but you will conduct yourself accordingly. Understood?" "Of course, Sir Roland." I met his stern gaze evenly. I would prove myself more than just an unruly youth. </nc-practice-product> </nc-section>