<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Sir Roland's Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, Sir Roland approached with a stern look on his weathered face. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice gruff. "I'm Sir Roland. Make no mistake, lad, you'll earn your keep here. Now, tend to your horse and meet me in the training yard promptly," he commanded, before turning on his heels and heading back to the barracks. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Advice" data-color="green"> Upon reaching the stables, Frederick was greeted warmly by Sir Roland, the local knight known for his valiant deeds. "Welcome, Frederick! I am Roland," he said with a smile, clapping Frederick on the shoulder. "Remember, a knight’s strength comes as much from the mind as from the sword. You must learn quickly and act wisely. Now, go, take care of your mount. We shall speak more soon." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Sir Roland's Assessment" data-color="blue"> Frederick barely had time to remove his saddle when Sir Roland appeared from the shadows of the stables. Tall and imposing, he examined Frederick with keen eyes. "So, you are Frederick, the new squire," Roland remarked, his tone measured. "I look forward to seeing if you live up to the stories told. Care for your horse and then join me; your real training begins at sunset." </nc-section>