<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder near the stables, he was met with the towering figure of Sir Roland, the kingdom's most esteemed knight. With his armor gleaming under the evening sun, Sir Roland extended a hand. "Welcome, young Frederick," he greeted, his voice deep and warm. "We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was pleasant?" Frederick nodded, unable to contain his awe at the knight's presence. It was as if the stories of legends had come to life before his very eyes. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Stern Instructor" data-color="green"> Frederick felt a shiver run down his spine as he caught sight of Sir Roland leaning against the stable door, his eyes scanning the young squire with an assessing gaze. "Frederick, is it?" Sir Roland's voice was steady, holding a firmness that bespoke years of commanding respect. "I expect diligence and discipline from my squires. We begin at dawn." Though taken aback by the knight's stern demeanor, Frederick nodded eagerly, ready to prove himself worthy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Ally" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the shadows by the stables, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Frederick," he called, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying a weighty presence. "Many are watching your arrival with great interest," he said cryptically. Frederick felt a sense of intrigue mixed with apprehension. Sir Roland placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Fear not, for in this castle, allies are as valuable as skill. Come, let us prepare for your time here." </nc-section>