<nc-section data-title="The Meeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a gruff voice boomed, "You must be the new squire. Frederick, is it not?" A burly knight, clad in worn leather armor, approached me, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His face was etched with the lines of many battles. This, I surmised, was Sir Roland. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="green"> Near the pungent aroma of hay and well-used leather, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. "Frederick," a voice like grinding stones announced, "I'm Sir Roland. Come to learn the ways of knighthood, have you? Don't expect it to be easy." The knight's gaze was sharp, assessing me from head to toe. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Shadow" data-color="blue"> Thunder was still snorting, shaking his mane, when a knight stepped from the stable entrance. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded an aura of quiet authority. "Frederick," he stated, his voice steady and commanding. "I am Sir Roland. Welcome to Castle Greystone. Your training begins at dawn." </nc-section>