<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Gruff Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a sturdy figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood before me, his face weathered from years of battle. His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. "You must be the new squire. I see you're here to learn from the best." His gruff demeanor left me feeling uneasy, and I wondered if I was truly ready for this path. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I was greeted by the warm smile of Sir Roland, the local knight. His eyes sparkled with kindness as he extended a hand to me. "Ah, young Frederick! Welcome to our family! We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was uneventful?" He led me to the stables, telling stories of the castle's history and pointing out the finer points of the horses. His gentle nature put me at ease, and I felt a sense of belonging already. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Commanding Presence" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, Sir Roland, the local knight, emerged from the shadows, his every step commanding attention. His piercing gaze seemed to measure me, to assess my worth. "You are Frederick, the new squire," he stated, his voice authoritative and firm. "I trust you are prepared to prove yourself. A squire's work is never done, and I will not tolerate any slacking. Let us begin your training immediately." His imposing presence sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins, and I steeled myself for the trials to come. </nc-section>