<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, Sir Roland approached with a confident stride. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his presence was as commanding as the tales had promised. He offered me a firm handshake, his grip strong and steady. "Welcome to Blackwood Castle, Frederick," he said, his voice deep and warm. "You’ll find your path here, if you’ve the courage to walk it." With a nod, he motioned for me to follow, and I hurried to keep pace, eager to begin my training under his watchful eye. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Stables Encounter" data-color="green"> Near the stables, the scent of hay and horses filled the air. I had barely tied Thunder’s reins when Sir Roland appeared. Taller and broader than I had imagined, his grey eyes seemed to notice everything at once. He greeted me with a courteous bow, then clapped me on the shoulder. "Frederick, I presume? We’ve been expecting you," he said with a slight smile. "Come, let’s settle your steed and see where you’ll be staying." His manner was kind, instilling an unexpected sense of belonging in my chest. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: First Impressions" data-color="blue"> I was brushing Thunder when a shadow fell across the stable door. Looking up, I saw Sir Roland step inside, his cloak trailing behind him. He studied me for a moment, then grinned. "New squire, eh? Frederick, wasn’t it? I hope you’re ready to work hard and learn fast." He extended a gloved hand, and I shook it, feeling the roughness earned from years of battle. "Follow me," he said, "your journey begins now." As I walked behind him, excitement and nerves mingled within me. </nc-section>