<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a tall, imposing figure approached me. Sir Roland, the local knight, bore the crest of the kingdom on his gleaming breastplate. His stern expression softened as he extended a hand. "Welcome, Frederick. I've heard much about you. Ready to prove yourself?" His grip was firm, and his eyes held a mixture of curiosity and approval. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: A Warm Reception" data-color="green"> I led Thunder into the stable, and as I secured him in a stall, a hearty laugh echoed behind me. Sir Roland, clad in worn training attire, stood with arms open wide. "Frederick, my boy! Welcome to your new home. I trust your journey was uneventful?" His smile was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel at ease in his presence. "We have much to discuss and even more to train for," he said, clapping me on the back. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Knight's Scrutiny" data-color="blue"> After tending to Thunder, I turned to find Sir Roland observing me from the stable entrance. His arms were crossed, and his expression was inscrutable. "Frederick," he nodded, acknowledging my presence. "You come with high praise from your former masters. Let us hope you live up to their words." He paused, studying me intently. "Your training begins at first light. Be prepared." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to ponder the challenges that lay ahead. </nc-section>