<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Red Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a seasoned knight approached. His armor gleamed like a ruby under the setting sun. "Ah, young Frederick," he boomed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "I am Sir Roland, the sword of this realm. Welcome to the castle, where your true mettle will be tested." His eyes held a fiery challenge that matched the color of his surcoat. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Green Welcome" data-color="green"> I led Thunder towards the stables, the scent of hay and leather strong in the air. From the shadows emerged a figure draped in a cloak of deep emerald. "Greetings, Frederick," he said, his voice as calm and refreshing as a forest spring. "I am Sir Roland, your mentor in the ways of chivalry and honor. This castle will be both your forge and your anvil, shaping you into the knight you are destined to become." His words were like a balm, soothing my nerves. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Blue Encounter" data-color="blue"> The cool evening air wrapped around me as I neared the stables. A knight, clad in armor that shimmered like the twilight sky, stepped forward. "Welcome, Frederick," he announced, his tone as steady and deep as the ocean. "I am Sir Roland, guardian of these lands. Within these walls, you will learn the discipline of the mind and the strength of the heart. Here, you will find your destiny entwined with the fate of the last dragon." His gaze was as piercing as ice, yet held the warmth of a distant fire. </nc-section>