<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Harsh Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder near the weathered stables, a gruff voice barked from the shadows. "You there, boy!" Sir Roland emerged, his scarred face twisted in a permanent scowl. The knight's armor bore the dents and scratches of countless battles, and his hand rested menacingly on the pommel of his sword. "Another soft-handed whelp come to play at being a warrior, I see." He circled Frederick like a predator sizing up prey. "Tell me, boy—have you ever felt the weight of real steel? Ever watched a man's life fade from his eyes?" Frederick straightened his spine, refusing to be intimidated, though his heart hammered against his ribs. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Mentor's Wisdom" data-color="green"> "Welcome, young Frederick," called a warm voice as a distinguished knight approached the stables. Sir Roland moved with the practiced grace of a seasoned warrior, his silver-streaked beard neatly trimmed, his armor polished but practical. He extended a weathered hand in greeting. "I've been expecting you. Your father wrote of your arrival." His keen eyes assessed Frederick with the wisdom of one who had trained many squires. "You've had a long journey—let's see to Thunder first, shall we? A knight's first duty is to his mount." As he helped Frederick tend to the stallion, Sir Roland spoke of the castle's history, his voice carrying the patient cadence of a natural teacher. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Test" data-color="blue"> Frederick had barely begun to loosen Thunder's saddle when the stable doors burst open. Sir Roland strode in, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. Without warning, he tossed a practice sword at Frederick's feet. "Defend yourself, squire!" he commanded, drawing his own training blade. Frederick scrambled for the weapon, barely managing to parry Sir Roland's first strike. The knight's movements were fluid yet deliberate—testing, not trying to harm. "Good reflexes," Sir Roland noted, stepping back after a brief exchange. "But your stance needs work." He sheathed his sword and offered a slight smile. "I am Sir Roland, your training master. Consider this your first lesson: always be prepared. Even in moments of supposed safety." </nc-section>