<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall figure in gleaming armor emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood with arms crossed, his weathered face betraying no emotion. "You must be the new squire," he said, his voice like grinding stones. "I am Sir Roland. You will address me as 'Sir' or 'my lord.' Is that understood?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, my lord." He studied me for a long moment, his gray eyes sharp. "We shall see if you have what it takes. Follow me." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> A hearty laugh greeted me as I led Thunder into the stables. "So, you've finally arrived!" Sir Roland clapped me on the shoulder with a calloused hand, his weathered face creased with a genuine smile. "I've heard much about you from your father, lad. He speaks highly of your determination." He gestured toward the castle. "Come, you must be hungry after your journey. We can discuss your training over a hot meal. There will be plenty of time for sword drills tomorrow." Despite my nerves, I found myself returning his smile. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stables were quiet when I arrived, save for the soft whinnying of horses. A man in plain clothes mending a saddle looked up at my approach. It took me a moment to realize this unassuming figure was Sir Roland himself. "You ride well," he observed, setting aside his work. "But horsemanship is the least of what you'll learn here." He rose, and I saw the quiet strength in his movements. "I was not always a knight, Frederick. I earned my spurs through blood and sacrifice. Remember that as you begin your training." </nc-section>