<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a stern-looking knight approached me. He was clad in polished steel armor, and his eyes were piercing under his helm. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice gravelly. "I am Sir Roland, and I expect the best from you, boy. No room for mistakes here." I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. "Yes, Sir Roland," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I will do my best." "Good," he grunted. "First, take care of your mount. A knight is only as good as his horse." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Welcoming Knight" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder to the stables, a kind-faced knight approached. He wore a simple tabard over his chainmail, and his eyes were warm and welcoming. "Welcome, young squire," he said, extending a hand. "I am Sir Roland. I hope your journey was safe." I nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "Thank you, Sir Roland. It was a good journey." "Excellent," he replied, smiling. "Now, let's get you settled. First, you'll need to see to your horse. A knight's bond with his mount is crucial." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Practical Instructor" data-color="blue"> As I approached the stables, a knight emerged, his armor gleaming in the sunset. He had a no-nonsense air about him, and his eyes were sharp. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice steady. "I am Sir Roland. Let's start with the basics. Take care of your horse first. A knight is nothing without his mount." I nodded, understanding the importance of his words. "Yes, Sir Roland. I'll take good care of Thunder." "Good," he said, leading me to a stall. "Show me what you can do." </nc-section>