<nc-section data-title="Version 1 - The Haughty Knight" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, I spotted a knight standing by the entrance, admiring my steed. He was a tall, imposing figure, with an air of superiority emanating from every fiber of his being. His armor gleamed, polished to a mirror sheen, and a golden crest adorned his breastplate. "You must be the new squire, boy," he said, his gaze appraising me with a critical eye. "I am Sir Roland. Welcome to your new home, where you will train to become a knight... if you have what it takes." There was a hint of disdain in his voice, as if he had already deemed me unworthy. But I would not let his attitude deter me. I was determined to prove myself as a true warrior, even if it meant starting from the bottom. I dismounted Thunder and faced the knight, my shoulders squared. "It is an honor, Sir Roland. I am ready to learn all I can and earn my place among the ranks," I declared. A flicker of amusement crossed his stern face. "We shall see, squire. Come, bring your horse and supplies. We begin at dawn tomorrow. Do not waste my time." With that, he turned on his heel, expecting to be obeyed. As I followed the dismissive knight, I vowed I would not let him make this a easy mayhaps for him.