Version 1 (red): <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> Thunder slowed to a trot as we approached the bustling stables. I slid off his back and straightened my tunic. The stable boy, a lanky lad no older than myself, eyed me with curiosity. "Squire Frederick, is it? I'ending 'ere for yer training?" he asked with a toothless grin, extending a grime-covered hand. "Aye, lad. I've been summoned by Sir Roland," I replied, shaking his hand firmly. " ' 'e'll be in th' barracks, squire. 'Eard 'e's been expectin' yer arrival," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the largest structure within the courtyard. My heart pounded in anticipation as I made my way towards the barracks. I prayed I would prove worthy of the trust Sir Roland had placed in me. </nc-section> Version 2 (green): <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Journey's End" data-color="green"> As Thunder and I neared the stable, a burly figure emerged from the shadows. His armor was polished to a mirror sheen, and his red surcoat bore the sigil of our House. "Squire Frederick, I presume?" he boomed, a smile creasing his weathered face. "Y-Yes, Sir Roland," I stammered, quickly dismounting and bowing low. "None of that nonsense, lad! I've known your father