# Version 1 <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> The local knight, Sir Roland, rode up to me on his powerful destrier. He wore a heavy chainmail hauberk and a shining steel helmet. "Welcome, squire," he said in a booming voice. "I am Sir Roland, the master-at-arms. You are here to train with me. I will teach you the art of the lance and the sword. Are you ready for the challenge?" "Yes, Sir Roland," I replied nervously. "I am ready to learn and to defend our lord." </nc-section> # Version 2 <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> Sir Roland dismounted his warhorse and approached me with a warm smile. "Welcome, Frederick. I am Sir Roland, the head of the knights here at the castle," he said, extending a hand for me to shake. "I have heard great things about you from the duke. He believes you have the potential to become a fine knight one day." I took his hand and bowed my head respectfully."Thank you, Sir Roland. I am honored to be here. I will do my utmost in my training." </nc-section> # Version 3 <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland's armor creaked as he slid off his steed and approached me with deliberate strides. "Welcome to the kingdom, squire," he said gruffly. "I am Sir Roland, and you will be under my care. I do not take on trainees lightly, but the duke vouched for your abilities. You will learn how to wield weapons and how to defend the realm. But beware, the path of a knight demands sacrifice and dedication. Not all will make it to knighthood." I bowed my head, knowing that these sacrifices would be made in service to the kingdom. "I understand, Sir Roland. I will work hard and prove myself worthy." </nc-section>