<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, his armor gleaming in the fading twilight, approached with a measured stride. His weathered face bore the scars of countless battles, and his eyes—sharp as steel—assessed me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. "So, you are the new squire," he said, his voice gravelly and commanding. "I trust your journey was not too arduous. The road to greatness is long, boy, and it begins here, in the dirt and sweat of the stables. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?" Before I could answer, he turned and gestured toward the castle keep, where a single light burned in the highest tower. "That light burns for the last dragon," he whispered, almost to himself. "God help us all." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 2" data-color="green"> A cheerful voice called out from near the stable doors. "Welcome, young Frederick! I am Sir Roland, knight of this realm and keeper of the stables." The man who greeted me was broad-shouldered and kind-faced, with a warm smile that immediately put me at ease. He helped me secure Thunder in a comfortable stall, speaking all the while about the castle's traditions and the training that awaited me. "You've chosen a noble path," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "The knights here are honorable, and you'll learn from the best. Come, let me show you to the barracks. The evening meal will be served soon, and the other squires are eager to meet you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 3" data-color="blue"> I was brushing Thunder's mane when a shadow fell across the stable entrance. Sir Roland stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette imposing yet somehow weary. "Frederick," he said, his tone neither warm nor cold, simply matter-of-fact. He studied me with the gaze of someone who had learned to read men's character in an instant. "I knew your father," he continued slowly. "A good man. A brave man." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "These are turbulent times. The kingdom needs skilled warriors, but it also needs wisdom. I hope you possess both." He extended his hand. "Come. We have much to discuss, and little time in which to discuss it. There are... complications... you should know about." </nc-section>