<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the local knight, known for his bravery in battle. He had a stern face, weathered by years of combat, but his eyes held a glint of kindness. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be overseeing your training during your time here at the castle." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> Thunder came to a stop near the stables, and I slid off his back, my boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. Before I could even take a step, a voice called out to me. "Greetings, squire!" It was Sir Roland, the local knight, striding towards me with a warm smile on his face. He clapped me on the back, his handshake firm and reassuring. "Welcome to your new home," he said, gesturing towards the castle. "I hope you're ready for some hard work and adventure!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> I led Thunder into the stables, patting his neck affectionately as I tied him to a post. As I turned to leave, I found myself face to face with a broad-shouldered knight. It was Sir Roland, the castle's resident warrior, known throughout the land for his skill with a sword. He looked me up and down, his piercing gaze seeming to see straight into my soul. "Frederick, I presume?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I'll be the one training you in the ways of knighthood. I hope you're ready for a challenge." </nc-section>