<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 burnished armor, fixed me with a stern glare. "You're late, boy," he growled, his scarred face twisted in disapproval. "The first lesson of knighthood is punctuality. You'll spend tonight cleaning the stables to learn that lesson well." My heart sank, but I straightened my spine and nodded. This would be harder than I imagined. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Mentor's Welcome" data-color="green"> "Ah, you must be Frederick!" A warm voice called out as I tied Thunder's reins. Sir Roland stepped forward, his silver-streaked hair catching the last rays of sunlight. His weathered face broke into a kind smile as he clasped my shoulder. "I knew your father well - a finer knight there never was. Come, let's get you settled. We have much to discuss about your training." Relief flooded through me; perhaps I had found not just an instructor, but a mentor. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Welcome" data-color="blue"> The stables were quiet as I approached, save for the soft nickering of horses. Sir Roland emerged from the shadows like a ghost, his ancient armor gleaming with strange blue runes. "You've arrived at an auspicious time, young Frederick," he said softly, his eyes holding secrets. "The dragons stir in the mountains once more, and we need fresh blood in the knighthood." My fingers trembled as I tied Thunder's reins. What had I gotten myself into? </nc-section>