<nc-section data-title="Sir Roland's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a gruff voice boomed, "You must be the new squire. Frederick, is it?" A man, broad-shouldered and clad in worn, practical armor, strode towards me. His beard was flecked with grey, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, seemed to miss nothing. This, I presumed, was Sir Roland. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Gracious Reception" data-color="green"> Thunder whinnied softly as a man approached. He was a knight, his armor bearing the marks of many battles, yet his smile was kind. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be overseeing your training. Come, let us get you settled." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight Appears" data-color="blue"> I led Thunder into the bustling stable yard, the air thick with the smell of hay and horse. A knight, taller than any man I'd ever met, with a steely gaze and a grip on his sword hilt, stepped forward from the shadows. "Frederick," he stated, his voice like the clang of steel. "I am Sir Roland. Your journey ends here, your training begins." </nc-section>