<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Noble Welcome" data-color="red"> Frederick urged Thunder into a gentle trot as he approached the castle’s bustling stables. The scent of hay and the murmur of grooms filled the air when a tall figure stepped forward, armor gleaming dully in the torchlight. Sir Roland, the kingdom’s stalwart knight, offered a broad smile and extended a gauntleted hand. “Welcome to Castle Ainsworth, young squire,” he rumbled in a voice as warm as sunlit steel. His emerald cloak draped effortlessly over his shoulders, and beneath it, the sigil of a roaring lion caught the light. “I’m charged with guiding you through your first weeks here. Are you ready to learn what it truly means to serve the crown?” Frederick’s heart pounded with both pride and nerves as he lowered himself from Thunder’s saddle, eager to prove his worth under Sir Roland’s watchful eye. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Formal Greeting" data-color="green"> The stableyard buzzed with activity when Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the haylofts. His polished helm tucked under one arm, he bowed stiffly. “Squire Frederick, I presume?” he inquired, voice crisp and precise. Frederick paused in his saddling duties, bowing in turn. “At your service, Sir Roland.” The knight nodded, inspecting Frederick’s simple brown tunic and noting the young man’s determined expression. “Your training begins at dawn. Meet me here by the eastern stalls, and we shall review your swordwork and horsemanship.” With that, Sir Roland patted Thunder’s flank and turned, boots clicking on the cobblestones, leaving Frederick to steady his racing thoughts and prepare for the trials ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Quiet Encounter" data-color="blue"> Frederick’s footsteps echoed softly as he dismounted near the stables, the sky a bruise of purples and oranges overhead. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a lone knight leaning against a fence post, shadowed by the eaves. Sir Roland’s muted laughter drifted on the evening breeze. “You’ve come far,” the knight observed, voice low and almost teasing. “But this castle has a way of testing even the bravest souls.” Frederick straightened, curiosity flickering in his chest. Sir Roland pushed off the post and approached, eyes tracing the young squire’s face. “I’ll show you more than drills and duels,” he whispered, “for here, legends are forged in moments of unexpected danger.” A hush fell over the stables as Frederick realized his journey was only just beginning. </nc-section>