<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Hostile Reception" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall knight in gleaming armor emerged from the stables. His face was stern, marked by a long scar across his right cheek. "You're late, boy," Sir Roland growled, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. "I don't tolerate tardiness in my squires. You'll need to prove yourself worthy of training under my command." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Friendly Welcome" data-color="green"> A hearty laugh echoed from the stables as a knight with graying hair and kind eyes stepped into view. "Welcome, young Frederick!" Sir Roland called out, extending his arms in greeting. "I've heard great things about you from your father. Come, let's get your horse settled, and I'll show you around your new home." His warm smile immediately put me at ease. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> The stables were quiet as I approached, save for the soft nickering of horses. A figure emerged from the shadows - Sir Roland, the legendary knight whose tales I'd grown up hearing. His armor seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly blue glow in the twilight. "You've arrived at an interesting time, young Frederick," he said cryptically. "The dragons are stirring once again." </nc-section>