<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder, a tall figure approached from the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood with his arms crossed, his armor gleaming in the twilight. His eyes were sharp, and his demeanor was imposing. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Welcome to the castle, but be warned, a squire's life is not one of ease. You will work hard, and only the best will rise to the challenge. Now, lead your horse to the stables and see to his needs." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Greeting" data-color="green"> I had just swung my leg over Thunder's back when a warm voice called out, "Welcome to the castle, young squire!" Sir Roland, the local knight, stepped out of the stables, a smile on his face. His armor was well-worn but well-cared for, and his eyes sparkled with a friendly glint. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be your mentor. Come, let me show you around and introduce you to the other squires. But first, see to your horse. A good squire always tends to his mount first." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Practical Introduction" data-color="blue"> As I tethered Thunder to the post, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, walked towards me with a practical air about him. His armor was practical and functional, and his movements were efficient. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, his voice steady and clear. "I am Sir Roland. You'll be training under me. Let's get you settled in. First, take your horse to the stables and see to his needs. After that, we'll find you a place to sleep and start your training tomorrow at dawn. Be ready." </nc-section>