<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick dismounted Thunder near the stables, his legs slightly shaky from the long ride. As he adjusted the reins, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows. "Welcome, young squire," Sir Roland said, his voice deep and commanding. His armor gleamed in the fading sunlight, and his sharp eyes sized Frederick up. "You must be Frederick. I see you have a fine horse there. Let's get you settled and start your training tomorrow." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The clatter of hoofbeats drew the attention of a knight near the stables. Sir Roland, with his silver hair and stern expression, approached Frederick as he eased Thunder to a halt. "Frederick, I presume?" he asked, extending a hand. "I am Sir Roland. It's a pleasure to meet you. We have much work ahead of us, but for now, let's take care of your steed and find you a place to rest." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Thunder slowed to a trot near the stables, a knight in regal armor approached. "Greetings, Frederick," Sir Roland called out, his voice filled with warmth. He patted Thunder's neck appreciatively, then turned his gaze to Frederick. "You've had quite a journey. I'm Sir Roland, your mentor. We'll start your training first thing in the morning, but tonight, we feast. Welcome to your new home." </nc-section>