**Version 1 (Red):** <nc-section data-title="The First Encounter" data-color="red"> Frederick reined Thunder to a halt as Sir Roland approached. The knight, tall and imposing, wore a breastplate of polished steel and a helm that bore the crest of his house. His eyes, piercing and sharp, regarded Frederick with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "Welcome, young squire," Sir Roland said, his voice like thunder rolling over the valley. "I am Sir Roland. You have quite the reputation to live up to, riding that beast with such grace. I trust you're here to learn the ways of the sword?" Frederick swallowed hard, trying to hide his nervousness. "Yes, my lord. I am here to learn and serve." "Good," Sir Roland replied, his eyes narrowing. "Remember, a true knight is judged not by his lineage, but by his deeds. I shall have no mercy for those who cannot earn their keep." **Version 2 (Green):** <nc-section data-title="The Mentor's First Words" data-color="green"> Frederick dismounted Thunder and approached Sir Roland, who stood in the shaded doorway of the stables. The knight's smile was warm, though his eyes still held the sternness of a man who had seen much. "Welcome to the castle, young one," Sir Roland said, extending his hand towards Frederick. "I am Sir Roland. You've been invited to stay, and I shall be your mentor. I trust you're ready to learn the ways of the sword?" Frederick nodded, taking Sir Roland's hand in his own. "Yes, my lord. I am eager to learn." "Good," Sir Roland replied, clapping Frederick on the back. "First, we'll need to get you fitted for some armor. You're not ready for the battles just yet, but you'll need to look the part. Let's get you started." **Version 3 (Blue):** <nc-section data-title="The First Advice" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland's gaze swept over Thunder, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "A fine mount you have there, young squire," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "But remember, a horse is only as good as the rider. You'll be spending many hours in the saddle, so make sure you're comfortable." Frederick nodded, feeling a sense of pride at Sir Roland's words. "Yes, my lord. I promise to take care of Thunder." "Good," Sir Roland said, turning to face him. "Now, let's get you ready for your first lesson. First things first, you'll need to learn to handle a sword properly." He held out his hand, and Frederick noticed a gleaming blade was already in his grip. "Here," he said, "take this one and let's begin."