<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Harsh Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the stables. Sir Roland, clad in battle-worn armor, scrutinized me with cold, steel-gray eyes. "So, you're the new squire," he growled, circling me like a predator. "You look too soft for this life, boy. We'll soon see if you're worth my time." His words cut deeper than any blade, and I knew then that my training would be far from gentle. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Fatherly Mentor" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, revealing a broad-shouldered man with kind eyes and graying temples. "Welcome, young Frederick," Sir Roland said warmly, extending a calloused hand. "I've been expecting you." His smile reminded me of my father's, and the knot of anxiety in my chest began to loosen. "Come," he gestured, "let's get your horse settled, and then we can discuss your training over a hot meal." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Eccentric Teacher" data-color="blue"> "Ho there, lad!" A booming voice echoed across the courtyard. Sir Roland appeared, his armor mismatched and his red beard wild and unkempt. "Perfect timing! I was just about to demonstrate the proper technique for wrestling a mountain troll!" He laughed heartily at my bewildered expression. "Just joking, of course. Though you never know what skills you might need as a knight." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. </nc-section>