<nc-section data-title="Alternate Version 1: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him towards the stables, a voice called out to me. "Hail, young squire! Welcome to Castle Blackthorn." I turned to see a tall, imposing figure striding towards me. It was Sir Roland, the knight I had heard so many stories about. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his cape billowed behind him. He clasped my hand firmly, his eyes full of warmth and mirth. "I see you've brought a fine steed with you. That will serve you well in your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Alternate Version 2: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="green"> I was leading Thunder into the stables when a hand clapped me on the shoulder. I spun around to find myself face-to-face with a grizzled old knight. "So, you're the new squire, eh?" he growled. "I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be overseeing your training. Let's hope you're as good as they say you are, lad." His eyes narrowing, he gave me a once-over, as if appraising my worth. I straightened my back and met his gaze, determined to prove myself worthy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Alternate Version 3: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="blue"> As I tended to Thunder in the stables, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Frederick, my boy! You've arrived at last." I turned to see Sir Roland, my father's old friend, approaching me with a broad smile. We embraced like long-lost kin, and he patted my back heartily. "You've grown so much since I last saw you," he remarked. "I have no doubt you'll make a fine squire, and one day, a great knight like your father. Now, come. Let me show you to your quarters." </nc-section>