<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Red" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a noble figure approached. It was Sir Roland, the local knight who would be my master. His armor gleamed in the fading light. "Welcome, Squire Frederick," he said with a nod. I bowed deeply, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. This was it, the start of my new life as a knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Green" data-color="green"> I slid off Thunder's back and turned to address Sir Roland, who was walking towards me. The knight's well-traveled boots crunched on the gravel of the courtyard. His presence exuded confidence and duty. A dusting of freckles across his cheeks gave him a type of boyish charm despite his age. "Ah, Squire Frederick," he said, his voice booming across the stable yard. "My team is quite impressed with your progress so far." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Blue" data-color="blue"> As I climbed off Thunder, I awaited Sir Roland's approach. His eyes, filled with the wisdom of countless battles, met mine. "I trust your journey here has been arduous?" Sir Roland asked. I shook my head. "No, Sir. The people at the inn were kind. They let me stable Thunder in their pasture." Sir Roland nodded, his armor decorated with the many medals he had won. I felt awe wash through me as I regarded him, unsure of how lucky I was to have him as a mentor.