<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Cold Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a stern-faced knight emerged from the shadows of the stable. His armor bore scratches from countless battles, and a nasty scar ran down his left cheek. "You're late, boy," Sir Roland growled, his dark eyes studying me with disappointment. "If you wish to train under me, punctuality is the first lesson you'll learn. Get your horse settled and meet me in the training yard at dawn. Don't be late again." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Mentor's Warmth" data-color="green"> "Well met, young Frederick!" called a cheerful voice. Sir Roland, his silver-streaked hair catching the last rays of sunlight, approached with open arms. His weather-worn face broke into a kind smile as he helped me with Thunder's reins. "I've heard great things about you from your father. Come, let's get your mount settled, and I'll show you to your quarters. We have much to discuss about your training ahead." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Eccentric Knight" data-color="blue"> I had barely touched the ground when an unusual sight caught my attention. Sir Roland sat cross-legged near the stable entrance, feeding carrots to a rabbit while humming an old battle hymn. His polished armor was decorated with vibrant ribbons, and a peacock feather adorned his helmet. "Ah, the new squire arrives!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet with surprising agility. "Tell me, lad, what do you know about dragons? They're quite fascinating creatures, though terribly misunderstood..." </nc-section>