<nc-section data-title="Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a tall, armored figure approached me. "Halt, young squire," he boomed, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "State your name and business." I swallowed hard, looking up at the stern face of Sir Roland, the fiercest knight in the kingdom. "I am Frederick, and I have come to begin my training," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Sir Roland's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms. "Very well, Frederick. Welcome to your trial by fire," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> As I slid off Thunder's back, a friendly voice called out, "Welcome, young Frederick!" I turned to see Sir Roland, the local knight, walking toward me with a warm smile. "You must be eager to start your training," he said, extending a hand. I took it, feeling a surge of confidence from his encouraging grip. "Yes, Sir Roland, I am ready," I replied, my nervousness slowly melting away. "Good," he said, patting me on the shoulder. "Let me show you to your quarters and we'll begin your journey tomorrow." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Test of Resolve" data-color="blue"> As I stepped down from Thunder, a stern figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. "Ah, Frederick, I see you've made it," Sir Roland said, his voice as deep and commanding as the stronghold itself. "Training begins now. Follow me," he ordered, turning and walking back into the stables without a backward glance. I hesitated for a moment, then hurried to catch up, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Sir Roland, what will we be doing first?" I asked, trying to keep pace. "You'll find out soon enough," he replied, his tone leaving no room for further questions. </nc-section>