<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, Sir Roland, a towering knight clad in gleaming armor, approached with a welcoming smile. "Ah, the young squire arrives," he bellowed, his voice warm and hearty. "You must be Frederick. Welcome to the castle. We've awaited your arrival eagerly." He clapped Frederick on the shoulder with a strength that was both reassuring and intimidating. "Come, let me show you around. There's much to learn, and even more to experience." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Greeting" data-color="green"> Frederick slid off Thunder and adjusted his cloak as Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stables. The knight was formidable, his eyes sharp and assessing. "Frederick, I presume?" he said, his voice firm and devoid of warmth. "Punctuality is crucial here. Make sure you uphold it at all times." Without waiting for a response, he turned sharply on his heel. "Follow me. There is no time to waste if you wish to survive your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Encounter" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, expecting to find only the scent of hay and horses, Sir Roland appeared with an unexpected air of lightheartedness. "Ho there, young Frederick!" he called out, his voice carrying a touch of amusement. "You've made it just in time for the evening feast. But first, let's ensure Thunder is settled. A squire's bond with his steed is the truest companionship." He winked and beckoned Frederick inside. "We'll have plenty of time for introductions when the moon is high." </nc-section>