<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Frederick's First Impression" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a seasoned knight with a scar running down his cheek, approached me as I dismounted Thunder. His armor glinted in the fading light. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and gruff. "I am Sir Roland. You must be Frederick." I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I've heard a lot about you," Sir Roland continued. "Your father was a great warrior, and I expect you to follow in his footsteps." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Welcome" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, Sir Roland appeared beside me. He was a tall man with a kind smile. "Good evening, Frederick," he said, extending his hand. "Welcome to the castle. I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be your mentor during your training." I shook his hand, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Sir Roland," I replied. "I'm looking forward to learning from you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Cold Reception" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland, a stern-looking knight with piercing blue eyes, greeted me as I dismounted Thunder. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I am Sir Roland. The castle is your new home now. Follow me." I hesitated for a moment, taking in his imposing presence. But I knew I had no choice. I followed him towards the stables, my heart pounding in my chest.