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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="red"> The great gates groaned open as Thunder and I clattered across the cobblestones toward the stables. A broad-shouldered knight stood waiting, his scarlet cloak billowing like a war banner. His armor bore the dents of a hundred battles, and his eyes were sharp as tempered steel. "You're late, boy," he barked, though the corner of his mouth tugged into something that might have been a smirk. "I am Sir Roland. I don't coddle squires, and I don't repeat myself. See to your horse, then find me in the training yard before the last light dies." He turned on his heel and marched away, leaving no room for argument. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="green"> The stables smelled of hay and warm leather as I dismounted, patting Thunder's flank to calm him after the long ride. A tall knight emerged from the shadows between the stalls, his silver armor catching the last embers of the setting sun. He moved with quiet grace, as though every step had been carefully considered. "You must be Frederick," he said warmly, extending a gloved hand. "I am Sir Roland. I've heard good things about you from your village elder." He studied me for a long moment, then smiled. "Rest tonight. Your training begins at dawn, and I promise you — it will change everything you think you know about yourself." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="blue"> I had barely tied Thunder to the stable post when I heard the footsteps — slow, deliberate, like thunder rolling in from a distant storm. Sir Roland was older than I had imagined, his hair silver as moonlight, his face carved deep with age and grief. He stopped before me and said nothing for a long, uncomfortable moment. "They say the last dragon was spotted three days north of here," he finally murmured, his voice low and heavy. His pale eyes drifted to the horizon. "I requested a squire because I can no longer ride alone." He looked back at me then, and I saw something frightening in his gaze — not weakness, but certainty. "This will be dangerous, boy. More dangerous than anything you have ever dreamed." </nc-section>