<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, his armor scarred from countless battles, regarded me with piercing eyes that seemed to measure my worth in an instant. "You're late, boy," he growled, his voice like gravel scraping stone. "We don't coddle squires here. If you can't manage punctuality, you'll never survive what's coming." He seized Thunder's reins from my trembling hands. "Your training begins at dawn. Don't disappoint me." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> A warm laugh echoed across the courtyard as I guided Thunder toward the stables. Sir Roland strode forward, his weathered face breaking into a genuine smile. "Welcome, young Frederick! Your father spoke highly of you in his letters." He clasped my shoulder firmly but kindly. "Come, let me help you with your horse. Thunder, is it? A fine beast." As we walked together, he spoke of the castle, the training grounds, and the brotherhood of knights. "You'll find a home here, lad. We take care of our own." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> The stable master was nowhere to be seen when I arrived, but a cloaked figure stood waiting in the doorway. As he stepped into the fading light, I recognized the silver dragon emblem on his chest—Sir Roland. His expression was unreadable, neither warm nor cold. "Frederick," he said quietly, glancing around as if ensuring we were alone. "There are things you must know, things they won't teach you in formal training. The realm faces dangers beyond what you've been told." He moved closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Meet me tonight, after the bells toll midnight. Come alone." </nc-section>