<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the weathered stone stables, a imposing figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland stood before me, his scarred face etched with disapproval and his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. "So, you're the new whelp they've sent me," he growled, his voice like grinding steel. "I've broken better men than you, boy. Drop and give me fifty push-ups—now. We'll see if you have the spine for what's coming." The other squires gathered around, their faces a mixture of pity and relief that they weren't in my boots. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Wise Mentor" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, and Sir Roland approached with measured steps, his weathered hands clasped behind his back. His eyes, though kind, held the weight of countless battles. "Welcome, Frederick," he said warmly, helping me tend to Thunder's reins. "I can see the determination in your eyes—it reminds me of myself at your age. Come, let me show you where you'll be staying. The path ahead won't be easy, but I sense you have the heart of a true knight. We'll start your training at dawn, but tonight, rest and prepare your mind for the journey ahead." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Unexpected Test" data-color="blue"> Before I could fully dismount, a blur of motion caught my eye. Sir Roland materialized beside Thunder, moving with the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior despite his advancing years. Without warning, he drew his practice sword and pointed it at my chest. "Tell me, boy—a dragon attacks the village at midnight. Your sword is broken, your horse is lame, and you're three leagues away. What do you do?" His steel-gray eyes bore into mine, waiting. I realized this wasn't just a greeting—it was my first lesson, and my answer would determine everything that followed. </nc-section>