<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As Thunder and I entered the outer courtyard, the local knight, Sir Roland, strode towards us with a thundering of his own. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his sword hung heavily at his side. "Ah, the new recruit has arrived," he said, his voice gruff and commanding. His eyes appraised me from head to toe. "Frederick, is it? Get your gear stowed and get to the assembly for dinner. The training will be brutal," he warned before turning on his heel and marching away. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Alliance" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, the grizzled veteran knight, leaned casually against the wooden fence surrounding the stable yard, a hearty laugh drawing my attention. As Thunder was led towards his stall, the knight's eyes narrowed appraisingly. "Frederick, eh? Brave or foolhardy, you've certainly got the heart for it. Let's see how long you can keep up." He chuckled, a clear indication he expected I would fall short. But something in his tone remained tinged with hope. "Get settled now, and we'll meet again for dinner. Best be ready, you'll be put to the test." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight's Warning" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland, an elderly knight with the scars of a hundred battles etched into his face and hands, stood dismounted next to his black steed. His gleaming armor bore witness to the battles past, and the weight of his sword seemed imposing. "Frederick, is it true you're seeking to join our ranks? The path you've chosen is fraught with danger and hardship. It will put your spirit to the test, and you may never return. The choice is thine." My heart raced as I dismounted Thunder, a profound respect awakened within me for this courageous man. "Please, Sir Roland, I am prepared to face any danger and strive with all my heart to prove my worth." </nc-section>