<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick dismounted from Thunder, patting the horse's neck with a sense of accomplishment. As he led his steed towards the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, a local knight known for his stern demeanor and impressive battle record. "Welcome, young Frederick," Sir Roland said, his voice low and gravelly. "I trust you had a safe journey?" Frederick nodded, his eyes meeting the knight's steely gaze. "Yes, Sir Roland. I had no trouble on the road." Sir Roland nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Good. We have much to discuss. But first, let's see to your horse. He looks like he's had a long ride." Frederick smiled, grateful for the knight's consideration. As they walked towards the stables, Frederick couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. His training was about to begin in earnest, and he was eager to prove himself. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Frederick guided Thunder towards the stables, the scent of hay and horses filling his nostrils. As he approached, he noticed a figure standing near the entrance. It was Sir Roland, a renowned knight who had served the kingdom for many years. "Greetings, Frederick," Sir Roland called out, his voice warm and welcoming. "I've been expecting you." Frederick dismounted, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Sir Roland. It's an honor to meet you." Sir Roland smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The honor is mine. You've come at a crucial time, Frederick. The kingdom needs brave souls like you." Frederick felt a surge of pride at the knight's words. He led Thunder into the stables, Sir Roland following close behind. As they tended to the horse, Frederick felt a bond forming between them, a connection that would serve him well in the days to come. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Frederick led Thunder towards the stables, the horse's hooves echoing in the quiet evening. As he approached, he saw a figure emerge from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, a local knight who had a reputation for his bravery and wisdom. "Welcome, Frederick," Sir Roland said, his voice calm and steady. "I've been looking forward to your arrival." Frederick dismounted, his heart pounding with excitement. "Thank you, Sir Roland. It's an honor to be here." Sir Roland nodded, his eyes assessing Frederick with a keen gaze. "You've come at a pivotal time, young squire. The kingdom is in need of heroes. I believe you have the potential to be one of them." Frederick felt a surge of determination. He led Thunder into the stables, Sir Roland by his side. As they tended to the horse, Frederick felt a sense of purpose settling over him. His journey was just beginning, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. </nc-section>