<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall man in bright red armor greeted me. "Welcome to the castle, young squire," he said, his voice resonating with authority. His armor had a lion crest, which I recognized immediately. This was Sir Roland, the famous knight credited with vanquishing the witch in the Black Forest several years ago. His eyes were warm and welcoming, much like the fire that always seemed to burn in his chambers. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, a local knight with a long, flowing green cape caught my attention. "Ah, you must be the new squire," said Sir Roland, his voice filled with a cheerful lilt. He wore a suit of green armor that gleamed under the fading sun, and his helm rested on the hay bale next to him. His steed, a beautiful white stallion with green trims, looked at me curiously. Sir Roland helped me off my mount, Thunder, and patted me on the back, his armor clanking softly. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stables were abuzz with activity. Horses neighed, and the groomers hurried to their tasks. Amidst the energy stood Sir Roland in his blue-and-silver armor, his shield bearing the emblem of the local knight's order. "Well met, lad," Sir Roland said with a grin. "Let's see if you can keep up with us." He threw me a spare brush, and together we began the evening stable chores, talking about the future of our kingdom and the high honor that comes from serving it. </nc-section>