<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the shadowy stables. Sir Roland, clad in gleaming armor that had seen countless battles, fixed me with a steely gaze. "So, you're the new squire," he growled, his scarred face betraying no warmth. "I hope you're ready for the hardships ahead, boy. This isn't a game." His calloused hand gripped my shoulder with uncomfortable strength, making it clear that my training would be anything but gentle. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Friendly Mentor" data-color="green"> "Welcome, young Frederick!" A cheerful voice called out as I tended to Thunder. Sir Roland strode forward, his weathered face creasing into a genuine smile. Despite his legendary status, the knight's demeanor was surprisingly warm. "I've heard good things about you from your father," he said, helping me with Thunder's saddle. "Together, we'll make a fine knight of you yet." His eyes twinkled with wisdom and kindness, immediately putting me at ease. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Mysterious Guide" data-color="blue"> The stables were quiet save for the soft nickering of horses when Sir Roland appeared like a ghost from the evening shadows. His silver-streaked hair and ancient armor seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly quality. "The dragons speak of your coming," he said cryptically, studying me with eyes that held secrets of the old world. "Few are chosen to walk this path, Frederick." His words sent a shiver down my spine, hinting at something far greater than mere knight's training. </nc-section>