<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the castle stables, a tall, muscular knight stepped out. He had a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and wore a suit of shining armor emblazoned with the kingdom's crest. "Welcome to the castle, squire," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be overseeing your training." I dismounted from my horse and bowed respectfully. "It is an honor, sir. My name is Frederick, and I am eager to begin my studies." Sir Roland nodded, his eyes scanning me up and down. "You have the look of ambition and determination," he said approvingly. "Those qualities will serve you well in the days ahead." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I spotted a knight with a weathered face and kind eyes. He sat on a bench, repairing a piece of armor. "Ah, there you are, young man," he said, gesturing for me to approach. "I'm Sir Roland, the head trainer here." I bowed my head respectfully. "Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Frederick, the new squire." Sir Roland smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well met, lad. I've heard good things about you already." He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Let's get you settled in and then we can discuss your training schedule, eh?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> A knight emerged from the stables, his armor clinking with each step. He was older, with a silver beard and a scar across one cheek. "Hail and well met, squire," he called out, his voice friendly but gruff. "I'm Sir Roland, the knight who'll be breaking you in." I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. "It's an honor, sir," I replied, bowing my head. "I'm Frederick." Sir Roland gave me an appraising look. "Hmm, you've got potential. We'll see how you fare, lad." He turned and headed inside the stable. "Well, don't just stand there. Lots of work to be done before the day's out."