<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick approached the stables, Sir Roland, a towering knight with a stern gaze, awaited him. His armor clanked with each step as he moved toward the young squire. "Welcome to Castle Stormhold," he said with a booming voice that resonated off the stone walls. Despite his intimidating presence, there was a warm twinkle in his eye. "Let me show you to your quarters, and then we shall discuss your training schedule." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="green"> Near the stables, Sir Roland, clad in a suit of emerald-green armor that matched his eyes, appeared from the shadows. His presence was more subdued, his voice soft yet clear. "Frederick, I've been expecting you," he whispered, as if sharing a secret. "Follow me, there is much to discuss away from prying ears." He led Frederick through a hidden door in the stables, into a world of intrigue and whispered promises of upcoming adventures. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Test of Skills" data-color="blue"> At the stables, Frederick dismounted to find Sir Roland waiting with a friendly smile. "I hope you are ready, Frederick. Your first test begins now," Sir Roland announced, handing him a wooden sword. Without warning, he swung his own, signaling the start of a sparring match. Frederick, taken aback, quickly raised his sword in defense, adrenaline pumping as he realized that his training was to start sooner than he anticipated. </nc-section>