<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall figure emerged from the stables. Sir Roland strode towards me, his armor clanking with each step. His face was weathered from many battles, but his eyes shone with wisdom. "Welcome, young squire," he bellowed. "I am Sir Roland, Knight of the Crimson Dragon. You must be Frederick. I've heard tales of your bravery and skill. The road ahead will not be easy, but I shall guide you on your path to knighthood." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I led Thunder to the stables, gently patting his neck. A gruff voice called out, "You must be the new squire." An older man approached, his chain mail clinking softly. Despite his age, Sir Roland carried himself with strength and poise. "Aye, I am Frederick," I replied, giving a short bow. "An honor to meet you, Sir Roland." He gave a warm smile. "The honor is mine, lad. I've trained many squires in my years, but I sense you have a fierce spirit. We'll make a fine knight out of you yet." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The heavy doors of the stables swung open, and a grizzled knight emerged, squinting against the fading sunlight. His tunic bore the emblem of a crimson dragon. "You there, boy!" he barked. "State your name and business." I stood tall, pushing back my shoulders. "I am Frederick, the new squire sent to train under your tutelage, Sir Roland." The knight's stern expression melted into a smile. "Ah, so you're the one. They spoke highly of your potential back at the academy. We'll see if you live up to it, won't we?" </nc-section>