<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Harsh Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland stood by the stable entrance, his weathered face set in a permanent scowl. His armor bore the scars of countless battles, and his hand rested casually on the pommel of his sword. "So, you're the new whelp they've sent me," he growled, spitting into the dirt. "Frederick, is it? You're late. In my day, squires who arrived after sundown slept with the horses." His cold grey eyes swept over me with obvious disdain. "Unsaddle that beast quickly, boy. Tomorrow we begin before dawn, and I have no patience for sluggards." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Noble Greeting" data-color="green"> Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stable, his polished armor gleaming despite the fading light. He was younger than I expected, with kind eyes and a warm smile that immediately put me at ease. "Frederick! Welcome to Castle Drakenhold," he called out, striding forward with open arms. "I've been expecting you. That's quite a fine horse you have there—Thunder, isn't it? I knew your father well; he spoke highly of you." He clasped my shoulder firmly. "Come, let me help you with your mount. The stable boys have prepared a feast in your honor. You must be weary from your journey." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland appeared as if from thin air, moving with an unsettling silence for a man in full plate armor. His face was hidden beneath the shadow of his helm, and when he spoke, his voice carried an otherworldly quality. "Frederick," he whispered, though I hadn't told him my name. "The dragons have been restless of late. Their ancient songs echo through the mountain passes." He tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "There's something about you, boy. Something that stirs old memories." Thunder whinnied nervously, pawing at the ground. "Stable your horse quickly. We have much to discuss before the moon rises full." </nc-section>