<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Cold Reception" data-color="red"> Sir Roland stood near the stables, his arms crossed and his weathered face set in a deep scowl. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice as rough as gravel. "Late on your first day. Not a promising start, boy." He circled Frederick like a predator sizing up prey, his armor clanking with each deliberate step. "I don't care who recommended you or what noble blood runs through your veins. Here, you're nothing but a stable hand until you prove otherwise." Thunder whinnied nervously, sensing the tension in the air. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> "Frederick!" Sir Roland called out warmly, striding toward him with open arms. The knight's face broke into a genuine smile, laugh lines crinkling around his kind eyes. "We've been expecting you, lad. Your uncle wrote of your arrival." He helped Frederick dismount and gave Thunder an appreciative pat. "Fine horse you have here. Come, let's get you both settled. The stable master will see to Thunder while we get you some hot food. You must be tired from your journey." His hand rested reassuringly on Frederick's shoulder as he guided him toward the castle. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Test" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stable, moving with the silent grace of a seasoned warrior. Without warning, he drew his sword and pointed it at Frederick's chest. "Dismount," he commanded calmly. "If you're to serve as a squire in this castle, you must be ready for anything. Consider this your first lesson." His eyes gleamed with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. "Show me how you handle unexpected danger, young Frederick. Your response will determine whether you sleep in the squire's quarters tonight... or in the stables with your horse." </nc-section>