<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick approached the stables, he noticed a tall, broad-shouldered knight standing by the entrance. His silver armor glinted in the fading sunlight. "You must be Frederick," the knight called out, his voice warm and welcoming. "I am Sir Roland. Welcome to your new home." He extended a hand, and Frederick clasped it firmly. "Thank you, Sir Roland," Frederick replied, trying to hide his nervousness. "I'm eager to begin my training." Sir Roland chuckled. "Good to hear, young squire. We start early tomorrow. For now, let’s get you settled in." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Stern Gaze" data-color="green"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, a knight clad in polished armor approached him. His stern gaze and imposing presence made Frederick's heart race. "Frederick, I presume?" the knight said, his tone measured and authoritative. "I am Sir Roland." "Y-yes, Sir Roland," Frederick stammered, bowing his head slightly. "We have much to do and little time," Sir Roland said curtly. "Follow me. I will show you to your quarters. Training begins at dawn." Frederick nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and intimidation. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Friendship" data-color="blue"> Frederick had just tied Thunder to a post near the stables when he heard someone approaching. A knight with a friendly smile and kind eyes extended a hand. "Frederick, I presume? I am Sir Roland. Welcome," he said warmly. Frederick took his hand, feeling at ease. "Thank you, Sir Roland. It's an honor to be here." "You're just in time for supper," Sir Roland said with a hearty laugh. "Come, let's get you fed and settled in. The training can wait until tomorrow." As they walked towards the castle, Frederick felt a surge of hope. Perhaps this place would be more than just a training ground; it could be a home. </nc-section>