<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> A gruff booming voice startled me. "Well met, young squire!" It was Sir Roland, the local knight. His heavy armor creaked with every step he took. His face was weathered, etched with tales of battles and victories. He surveyed me with a sharp, discerning gaze. "You must be Frederick," he stated, not a question. "Ready to become a knight yourself, eh?" He winked, but his eyes held a flicker of something else, something that sent shivers down my spine. "Come, let us get you settled." He gestured towards the stables, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> My boots crunched on the gravel as I approached the stables. A knight in full armor, Sir Roland, stood near the entrance, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, the new squire!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the vast courtyard. His helmet rested on his arm, revealing a face worn by countless battles, but still handsome and strong. "Frederick, is it? You're in for a wild ride, lad!" he chuckled, gesturing towards the stables. "Welcome to the world of knights, where every day is an adventure." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The sun dipped below the horizon as I dismounted Thunder, a wave of weariness washing over me. Sir Roland, a seasoned warrior whose armor bore the marks of countless battles, greeted me with a gentle smile. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, his voice surprisingly soft for a man of his stature. "I understand you've come to learn the ways of Knighthood. You've come to the right place, lad. Though," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "it won't be easy." His gaze swept over the stables, the smell of hay and horses filling the air. "But fear not, we shall guide you." </nc-section>