<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The 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. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his grip on my shoulder was firm, almost crushing. "I've trained a hundred squires before you, boy, and most of them couldn't handle a day in the training yard. We'll see what you're made of." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Friendly Mentor" data-color="green"> A cheerful laugh echoed from the stables as a tall knight with kind eyes approached me. "Welcome, Frederick! I'm Sir Roland, and I'll have the pleasure of overseeing your training." He clasped my hand warmly and helped me guide Thunder toward the stable doors. "Don't worry—I remember what it was like to arrive here for the first time, trembling with excitement and fear. By the time you leave, you'll be a true knight. Come, let's get your horse settled, and I'll show you to your quarters." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> A figure in full plate armor stepped out from behind a wooden post, moonlight reflecting off the polished metal. "You must be Frederick," Sir Roland said, his voice measured and contemplative. He studied me carefully, as if trying to see something beyond what was visible. "I sense something different about you, something the castle hasn't seen in generations. Come—we have much to discuss, but not here. Follow me to the tower when you've tended to your horse. There are secrets in this place you need to know." </nc-section>