<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a grizzled old knight with a bushy beard, emerged from the stables leading his warhorse. "Welcome, young Frederick!" he bellowed. "I see you've arrived just in time to help muck out the stalls." Frederick sighed, realizing his training would involve more mundane tasks than he imagined. But he was determined to prove himself worthy to one day be a noble knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland greeted Frederick with a wide, toothy grin. "Ah, our new squire has arrived! Come, I will show you to the armory where you can polish my armor until it gleams like the sun." Frederick followed the knight eagerly, excited at the prospect of handling the fine armor and weapons of a true knight. Though the work was dull, he fantasized about the day he would wear such armor himself and ride into battle. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland strode over and clasped arms with Frederick in welcome. "Good to meet you, lad! We've been expecting you." He led Frederick towards the inner bailey. "I know you're eager to begin training, so first we'll start with some basic swordplay and archery. We need to see what you can do before determining where to focus your skills." Frederick nodded, thrilled at the chance to finally prove his worth and begin learning the knightly arts of combat. This was his first step on the journey to knighthood. </nc-section>