<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a broad-shouldered man in polished armor approached with purposeful strides. His silver beard caught the fading sunlight, and a long scar traced down his left cheek—a testament to battles long past. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Sir Roland, Knight Commander of this keep. I've been expecting you." He extended a gauntleted hand, and I clasped it firmly, trying to hide my nervousness. His grip was like iron. "Your father was a good man," Sir Roland continued, his eyes softening momentarily. "Let us see if his courage lives on in you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable hands rushed forward to take Thunder's reins, but before I could gather my belongings, a booming laugh echoed across the courtyard. "So this is the whelp they've sent me to train!" I turned to find a mountain of a man striding toward me, his armor gleaming despite the countless dents and scratches that told stories of a hundred battles. Sir Roland was exactly as the legends described—impossibly tall, with arms like tree trunks and a grin that seemed equal parts welcoming and challenging. "Scrawny thing, aren't you?" He circled me slowly, stroking his gray-streaked beard. "No matter. I've forged knights from far less. Welcome to your new home, boy." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had barely led Thunder into the stable's shadow when I noticed the figure leaning against the wooden post, watching me with keen interest. The knight wore no helmet, revealing weathered features and eyes the color of storm clouds. "You ride well," Sir Roland observed quietly, pushing himself upright. "But riding is the least of what you'll need to survive here." He didn't offer his hand or his name—he didn't need to. Everyone in the kingdom knew the face of the man who had single-handedly held the Bridge of Sorrows against the Northern horde. "Settle your horse. Find your quarters. Training begins at dawn." He turned to leave, then paused. "And Frederick? Get some sleep. You'll need it." </nc-section>