<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a burly knight clad in gleaming armor strode towards me. "You must be the new squire," he said gruffly, his brow furrowed. "I am Sir Roland, and I expect nothing but the best from my trainees. Your training will be arduous, boy, so I hope you have the mettle to keep up." He eyed me sternly, and I felt a surge of trepidation. This was no warm welcome, but a challenge that I would have to rise to if I wished to prove myself worthy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Jovial Greeting" data-color="green"> A booming laugh echoed across the stables as a burly knight approached me. "So you're the new squire, eh?" he said, grinning widely. "I'm Sir Roland, and it's good to have you here, lad!" He clapped me on the back, nearly bowling me over. "Don't you worry, your training will be tough, but I'll make a fine knight out of you yet. Come, let's get you settled in and introduce you to the rest of the company." His infectious enthusiasm put me at ease, and I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of my training. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Measured Welcome" data-color="blue"> The clop of hooves on the cobblestones drew my attention as a knight in gleaming armor approached. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be overseeing your training." He paused, his eyes studying me intently. "I expect nothing but the best from my trainees, but I believe you have the potential to become a fine knight. Your training will be challenging, but with dedication and diligence, I have no doubt you will rise to the occasion." His words were stern, but there was a glimmer of approval in his gaze that filled me with resolve. </nc-section>