<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall figure came into view. It was Sir Roland, the local knight, with a broad grin across his face. "Well met, young Frederick," he said, his voice deep and warm. "I've been expecting you. Let's get you settled in and then we can talk about your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland was busy tending to his mount when I arrived at the stables. He looked up from his task and nodded at me. "You must be Frederick," he said, wiping a bit of dirt off his gauntlet. "Welcome to the castle. I trust your journey was uneventful. Let's take a look at your gear before we start your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Just as Thunder and I were about to enter the stables, Sir Roland strolled out to greet us. His armor gleamed in the sun's last rays. "Ah, Frederick! You're just in time. I was just about to head to the training grounds. Care to join me? I think I could use some company—and maybe a sparring partner." </nc-section>