<nc-section data-title="Version 1: An Uncertain Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall, imposing figure approached from the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood with his arms crossed, his eyes surveying me with a stern gaze. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "Welcome to the castle, but let me warn you, life here is not a game. You will work hard and obey without question. Only then might you prove yourself worthy." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stoic Greeting" data-color="green"> I tied Thunder to the post near the stables, and a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the local knight, nodded in my direction. "Frederick, I presume," he said, his tone neutral. "Follow me. I will show you to your quarters and outline your duties. There is much to learn, and time is short." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Warm Reception" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder into the stables, a hearty voice boomed from the entrance. "Well met, Frederick! I’m Sir Roland, and it’s a pleasure to have you here." The local knight clapped me on the back, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "We have much to do and much to teach you, but I have faith that you will rise to the challenge. Let’s get you settled in and then we can begin your training." </nc-section>