<nc-section data-title="Sir Roland's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a gruff voice boomed, "You must be the new squire." A hulking figure, clad in polished steel, approached. This was Sir Roland, his beard like a storm cloud, his eyes piercing but holding a hint of warmth. He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, nearly knocking me off my feet. "Best get yourself settled. Training starts at dawn." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="green"> Thunder snorted, a puff of steam in the cooling air. Near the stables, a knight with a stern but not unkind face stood waiting. Sir Roland, I presumed, the renowned dragon slayer. He offered a curt nod as I guided Thunder to a vacant stall. "Frederick, is it? Welcome to Castle Blackwood. Make haste with your mount, lad. The training yard awaits." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="An Encounter by the Stalls" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and horse filled the air as I unsaddled Thunder. A shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see a formidable knight, his scarred armor bearing the marks of many battles. "Frederick," he stated, his voice like grinding stones. Sir Roland, no doubt. "The King awaits no man's late arrival. Clean your steed and present yourself in the great hall without delay." </nc-section>