<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder, a gruff voice called out from the shadows of the stables. "So, you're the new squire." Sir Roland emerged, his weathered face scarred from countless battles. He was a towering man, with steel-gray eyes that seemed to pierce through me. "I hope you're prepared for the discipline that awaits you here, boy. The training will be harsh, and many have broken before completing it." He grabbed Thunder's reins without ceremony. "Your horse will be cared for. Now follow me—we have much to discuss about your duties." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Gentle Introduction" data-color="green"> A kind voice greeted me as I approached the stables. "Welcome, Frederick. I am Sir Roland." The knight emerged with a warm smile, his armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. Despite his impressive build and the scars adorning his arms, there was a gentleness in his demeanor. He extended his hand in friendship. "I remember what it was like to arrive here as a young man, full of dreams and uncertainty. Come, let me show you to the armory, and then we'll find you quarters for the night. You've had a long journey." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Test of Character" data-color="blue"> Before I could even secure my horse, Sir Roland stepped forward, blocking my path. "Tell me, squire—what matters more to you: your comfort or your steed's welfare?" His question was pointed, his eyes studying my reaction carefully. I realized this was no casual greeting, but a test. Without hesitation, I turned back to Thunder, ensuring he had water and proper shelter before answering. Sir Roland nodded slowly, a hint of approval crossing his weathered face. "Good. That answer tells me everything I need to know about your character. Welcome to the castle, Frederick." </nc-section>