<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him towards the stables, a tall, broad-shouldered man strode towards me. His armor gleamed in the fading sunlight, and a crimson cloak billowed behind him. This must be Sir Roland, I thought to myself, trying to steady my nerving breaths. "You must be the new squire," he bellowed, his voice carrying an unmistakable air of authority. "Welcome to Dragonwatch Castle. I am Sir Roland, Master of Arms." He looked me up and down appraisingly. "You've got fire in your eyes, lad. That's a good start. But we'll see if you've got what it takes to serve the realm." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stables came into view, and a figure emerged from the shadows, striding towards me with purposeful steps. As he drew closer, I could make out the green tunic and cloak adorned with the kingdom's crest. This weathered warrior could be none other than Sir Roland himself. "Well met, young squire," he said, extending a calloused hand. "The road was kind to you, I trust?" His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled warmly. "Dragonwatch keeps few formalities. You may address me simply as Roland." Gesturing towards the castle, he continued, "Come, there is much to learn if you are to take your place among our Order's proud ranks. But first, see that your mount is fed and watered. A knight's bond with his steed is sacred." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder whinnied softly as we approached the stables, and a tall, lean figure emerged from the doorway. Even in the dimming twilight, I could make out the azure cloak and tabard marking him as a knight of the realm. "You'll want to settle your horse first, lad," the man called out in a rich baritone. Up close, I could see the lines etched into his tanned face – a life spent under the open sky. With a few deft movements, he removed Thunder's saddle and bridle. "There's a good lad," he murmured, running a hand along the stallion's flank. "Sir Roland's the name. I'll be overseeing your training here at Dragonwatch. But for now, unsaddle that beast and make him comfortable. We've work enough for you on the morrow." </nc-section>