<nc-section data-title="The Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, the fading sunlight glinting off his polished armor. Sir Roland, the local knight renowned for his valor, approached with a measured gait. His stern eyes assessed me while a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, his voice resonating with the weight of experience. "Your journey has just begun." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and the soft nickering of horses greeted me as I led Thunder towards the stables. From amidst the bustle of grooms and squires, a knight clad in the kingdom's colors parted the crowd, his presence commanding silence. "Greetings, Frederick," Sir Roland's voice boomed, his gaze piercing yet welcoming. "May your time here be filled with honor and growth." His words were a blessing, a promise of the trials and triumphs that lay ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting" data-color="blue"> The stable doors creaked open, revealing Sir Roland, his silver armor a stark contrast to the warm, earthy tones of the stables. He was a legend in the making, his name whispered with reverence. "Ah, Frederick, you've arrived at last," he declared, extending a gauntleted hand in greeting. His tone was warm, a surprising balm to the nerves that fluttered in my chest. "The castle awaits, and with it, your destiny." His words were a beacon, guiding me into the unknown. </nc-section>