<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Harsh Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland stood by the stables, his weathered face creased with disapproval as Frederick dismounted. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice sharp as a blade. "Late on your first day. Not an auspicious beginning, boy." He circled Frederick like a predator, examining his travel-worn clothes and dusty boots. "I hope you ride better than you keep time. The last squire who disappointed me is now cleaning chamber pots in the lower keep." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Mentor's Greeting" data-color="green"> "Frederick, I presume?" Sir Roland called out warmly as he approached the stables, his chain mail glinting in the fading light. The knight's kind eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Welcome to Castle Drakenhold, lad. I've been expecting you." He placed a gentle hand on Frederick's shoulder. "Your father spoke highly of your dedication in his letters. Come, let's get Thunder here settled, and then I'll show you to your quarters. Tomorrow, your real journey begins." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Test" data-color="blue"> Before Frederick could properly secure Thunder's reins, a sword came whistling through the air. "Defend yourself!" Sir Roland commanded, emerging from the shadows of the stable. Instinctively, Frederick rolled aside, grabbing a nearby practice sword from a barrel. "Good reflexes," the knight noted, lowering his weapon. "But next time, secure your mount first. A knight who neglects his horse in battle won't live long enough to regret it." His stern expression softened slightly. "Welcome to your training, squire." </nc-section>