<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, he was met by a striking figure. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood tall in his gleaming armor. His piercing blue eyes appraised Frederick with a mix of curiosity and warmth. "Welcome, young squire," he said in a deep, resonant voice. "I hope your journey was pleasant?" Sir Roland gestured towards the castle as if opening a pathway to new adventures. "Much awaits you here," he added. Frederick felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of his training beginning under such a formidable mentor. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Frederick had barely tethered Thunder when Sir Roland approached. The knight's presence was commanding, his armor clinking softly with each step. "Frederick, is it?" Sir Roland's voice was as steady as the mountains. "I hear you're here to start your squire training." His eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement. "First lesson: care for your steed, for he is your partner in all ventures." Frederick nodded eagerly, grateful for the immediate guidance. Sir Roland's friendly demeanor eased his nerves, promising a nurturing environment for the days to come. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Thunder came to a halt near the stables, Frederick felt the weight of unfamiliar eyes upon him. Emerging from the shadows was Sir Roland, clad in armor that reflected the fading sunlight. His smile was welcoming, though his posture spoke of unyielding discipline. "So you're Frederick," Sir Roland stated, extending a hand in greeting. "Welcome to your new life. Here, responsibility is as vital as courage." Frederick shook the knight's hand, feeling a blend of trepidation and thrill at the thought of becoming part of this respected order. </nc-section>