<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the stables. Sir Roland, clad in polished armor that reflected the dying sunlight, fixed me with a steely gaze. "So, you're the new squire," he growled, his scarred face betraying years of battle. "I hope you're ready for pain, boy. Training under me isn't for the weak." His calloused hand gripped my shoulder with frightening strength, and I fought to hide my trembling. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Fatherly Greeting" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, and out stepped Sir Roland, his weathered face breaking into a warm smile. "Welcome, young Frederick!" he called out, his voice rich and encouraging. "I've been expecting you." The legendary knight's eyes twinkled with kindness as he helped me tend to Thunder, sharing stories of his own first days as a squire. Perhaps this wouldn't be so intimidating after all. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> I had barely touched ground when Sir Roland materialized from the shadows of the stable entrance. His piercing eyes studied me intently, and a strange amulet at his throat pulsed with an eerie blue light. "The dragon dreams spoke of your arrival," he said cryptically, leaving me wondering what he meant. "Come, we have much to discuss, and time grows short with each passing sunset." </nc-section>