<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)"> As I approached the castle gates, a knight stepped out from the shadows. He was tall and muscular, with a stern expression on his face. His armor gleamed in the fading light. "Who goes there?" he called out, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword. I reined in Thunder and announced myself. "Frederick, squire of Lord Baratheon, here to begin my training." The knight's eyes narrowed as he appraised me. "I am Sir Roland of Lockington. Have you journeyed far to reach us, boy?" I nodded, unused to being addressed so abruptly. Sir Roland gestured towards the stables with his sword. "See to your horse, then report to the training yard. Master Sergeant will be expecting you." He turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving me feeling quite flustered by the stern greeting. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)"> I drew up before the castle's mighty gates, a midst a thunderous drumroll echoing behind me. A tall armored knight emerged from the guardpost. "Halt! Identify yourself," he bellowed, hand on sword. I urged Thunder forward. "Frederick, squire of Lord Baratheon. I come to serve and learn, by the king's decree." The knight eyed me keenly. "I am Sir Roland. Welcome to Ravenswood Castle. Dismount and stable that beast. The training ground awaits." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)"> As I approached, a knight emerged from the portcullis gate, his breastplate glinting like the national emerald. He held up a gauntleted hand. "Halt, stranger! State your name and purpose." I straightened in my saddle. "Frederick, squire to Lord Baratheon, come to find fortune and glory under the king's banner." Sir Roland nodded once. "Stable your steed and report to the bailey. The master-at-arms expects you." </nc-section>