<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted and pawed the ground, eager to reach the stables. I dismounted and patted his neck, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Easy boy, we’re almost there.” A gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. "Well, well, if it isn't the new squire. I suppose you're here to learn the finer points of swordsmanship from a master like myself." I turned to face the speaker, a towering figure with a booming laugh that echoed through the stable yard. "Sir Roland," I stammered, bowing my head. "It's an honor to meet you." Sir Roland's eyes narrowed as he surveyed me. "Don't get ahead of yourself, boy. Honor comes with sacrifice. We'll see if you're worthy of it." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stables loomed before me, a haven of warmth and hay. I guided Thunder towards the entrance, his heavy hooves clattering on the stone floor. "Well met, young squire," a gruff voice rumbled from behind me. I turned to see a large man with a broad smile, his arms crossed over his chest. "Sir Roland, I presume?" I asked, bowing slightly. "The very same," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a bit younger than I expected. But then, every knight has to start somewhere." He gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Now, come on in. We've got a lot to cover." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and manure filled my nostrils as I entered the stables. Thunder, a seasoned traveler, stood calmly while I untied his bridle. "You've found your way here, then?" a gruff voice spoke from behind me. I turned to face a tall, weathered man with a sword strapped across his back. "Sir Roland," I said, offering a respectful bow. "Yes sir. I have." Sir Roland's gaze swept over me, taking in my youthful features. "Well, you're a sight younger than I imagined," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But age is just a number, lad. We'll see if you've got the spirit for knighthood." </nc-section>