<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall, muscular knight stepped forward to greet me. He was clad in shining armor, with a silver sword at his hip. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Sir Roland, the head knight of this castle. You will be serving under my tutelage." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Just as I dismounted from my horse, a kind-faced man with a thick mustache approached me. "Greetings, lad!" he boomed in a jovial tone. "I'm Sir Roland, your training master. I've been expecting you!" He clapped me heartily on the back. "Now pick up your gear and come inside so we can get you settled! The training grounds await!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Prose - Section 3" data-color="blue"> A weathered knight, his armor scuffed and scarred from many battles, emerged from the shadows of the stables. "Frederick Reese, I presume?" he inquired gruffly. "I am Sir Roland, the most skilled swordsman in the land. And you, my boy, are clumsy and green as they come. But I will mold you into a real warrior. Sharpen your sword, squire - we start your training with a duel at dawn!" </nc-section>