<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Sir Roland's Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall figure clad in silver armor approached. His hair was streaked with gray, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I'm Sir Roland. If you want to last more than a day here, you'll need more than quick feet and courage." He offered his hand, calloused from years of wielding sword and shield. I took it, determined not to flinch. "Come," he said, nodding towards the castle. "Your training begins at dawn." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Greeting" data-color="green"> By the stables, a knight in shining mail leaned against the fence, polishing his sword under the fading light. He looked up as I approached, a wide grin breaking beneath his helmet. "Welcome to Greydawn Castle, lad!" His tone was warm and inviting. "I'm Sir Roland, and I've heard much about your journey." He extended his arm, gripping mine in a firm shake. "We'll see to your horse together, then I'll show you around. No squire gets lost on my watch!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Quiet Understanding" data-color="blue"> I led Thunder to the stables, feeling both excitement and apprehension. There, standing quietly by the gate, was a knight whose presence commanded respect. Sir Roland watched me approach, his expression unreadable. "Frederick, isn't it?" he asked softly. He patted Thunder's flank approvingly, nodding with understanding. "A good horse is a squire's first friend," he murmured. "Come inside. The world turns quickly here, and you’ll need to find your pace." </nc-section>