<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Harsh Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, clad in battle-worn armor, fixed me with a steely gaze. "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 calloused hand gripped my shoulder with uncomfortable force, making it clear that my training would be anything but gentle. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Fatherly Welcome" data-color="green"> "Welcome, young Frederick!" The warm voice carried across the courtyard as Sir Roland strode toward me, his weathered face creasing into a kind smile. The legendary knight's eyes twinkled with wisdom as he helped me stable Thunder. "Your father spoke highly of you in his letters," he said, patting my back. "I see the same spark in your eyes that I witnessed in many great knights I've trained. Come, let's get you settled in." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Welcome" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland stood motionless by the stable entrance, his silver armor reflecting the dying sunlight. "Right on time," he murmured, more to himself than to me. As I approached, I noticed strange runes etched into his armor, glowing faintly in the twilight. "You've arrived at a crucial moment, Frederick," he said cryptically. "The kingdom needs more than just knights now. It needs those who can understand the old ways." His hand unconsciously touched a peculiar amulet at his throat as he spoke. </nc-section>