<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Mysterious Knight" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. It was Sir Roland, the local knight known for his bravery and enigmatic nature. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his eyes seemed to pierce through me as he approached. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been expecting you." I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. There was something about Sir Roland that made me feel both intimidated and intrigued. I had heard whispers of his legendary battles and the secrets he kept hidden behind his stoic facade. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Friendly Mentor" data-color="green"> No sooner had I slipped off Thunder's back than Sir Roland, the local knight, came striding over from the stables with a warm smile on his face. He was a stout, middle-aged man with a thick beard and twinkling eyes that instantly put me at ease. "Frederick, my boy!" he exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder. "Welcome to the castle. I hope you're ready for some hard work and good times." I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. From the way Sir Roland talked, it seemed like my training was going to be challenging but rewarding. I couldn't wait to get started. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Stern disciplinarian" data-color="blue"> I barely had time to stretch my legs before Sir Roland, the local knight, marched over from the stables. His face was stern, his eyes sharp and critical as he looked me up and down. "I hope you're not expecting special treatment, boy," he snapped. "Being a squire is hard work, and I don't have time for slackers or crybabies." I straightened my posture, trying to look as confident as possible. Sir Roland's hard exterior was a bit off-putting, but I knew that he was renowned for turning young squires into skilled knights. I was determined to prove myself worthy of his tutelage. </nc-section>