<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland stood before me, his silver armor gleaming in the fading light. His weathered face bore the scars of countless battles, yet his eyes held an unexpected warmth. "So you're the new squire," he said, his voice like gravel. He clasped my shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "I've heard much about you, young Frederick. Your father was a good man—a brave soldier. Let us see if you carry his spirit within you." I bowed my head respectfully. "I hope to honor his memory, Sir Roland." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable hands rushed forward to take Thunder's reins as I slid from the saddle, my legs stiff from the long journey. I was brushing the dust from my traveling cloak when a commanding voice cut through the evening air. "You must be Frederick." I turned to find Sir Roland approaching, his crimson cape billowing behind him. He was younger than I had expected, perhaps thirty winters, with a neatly trimmed beard and piercing grey eyes that seemed to assess my every weakness in a single glance. "Welcome to Thornhaven Castle," he continued, extending his hand. "I trust the road was not too treacherous. Come—we have much to discuss before the evening meal." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had barely led Thunder into the stable's shelter when I heard the unmistakable ring of steel against steel. Peering around the wooden beam, I spotted a knight practicing his swordwork against a training dummy, each strike precise and devastating. He stopped mid-swing, sensing my presence. "Ah, the squire arrives at last." Sir Roland sheathed his blade and strode toward me, sweat glistening on his brow despite the cool evening air. His reputation as the kingdom's fiercest swordsman suddenly felt very real. "I don't coddle my squires," he warned, though a hint of a smile played at his lips. "But those who survive my training become legends. Are you prepared for that, boy?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "I am, Sir Roland." </nc-section>