<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, his weathered armor bearing the scratches of countless battles, fixed me with a steely gaze. "You're late, boy," he growled, his scarred face betraying no warmth. "A squire's first duty is punctuality. You'll learn that quickly, or you'll not last a week under my command." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Friendly Mentor" data-color="green"> "Ah, you must be Frederick!" A cheerful voice called out as I led Thunder toward the stables. Sir Roland, despite his imposing stature, had kind eyes and a welcoming smile beneath his graying beard. "I watched your approach from the battlements - you handle that horse well, lad. I think we'll make a fine knight of you yet." He extended a calloused hand in greeting. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Mysterious Teacher" data-color="blue"> The stable doors creaked open, revealing Sir Roland tending to his legendary white stallion. Without turning to face me, he spoke in a measured tone, "The dragon marks chose you, didn't they, Frederick?" My heart skipped a beat - how could he know about the strange birthmarks on my shoulder? He finally turned, his eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom. "We have much to discuss, young squire." </nc-section>