<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="red"> Thunder and I approached the stables, and a burly figure emerged from the shadows. He waved a meaty hand in greeting. Drawing closer, I recognized him as Sir Roland, the local knight known for his prowess in both battle and the miraculous feats he had performed in the past. "Squire Frederick, I presume?" he boomed, his voice as deep as the mountains themselves. "I'd know that steed anywhere. The banner of your house precedes you. Get down here, lad, and let's see what you're made of!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="green"> As Thunder and I neared the stables, a lithe figure stepped forward, hand outstretched. It was Sir Roland, the renowned knight I had heard so much about. His emerald eyes twinkled with a welcoming smile. "Welcome, Squire Frederick," he said, his voice a soothing baritone. "It's an honor to finally meet you. I've heard much about your skill as a rider and your prowess with a blade. Allow me to help you dismount, and then we'll speak further inside." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="blue"> Thunder slowed to a trot as we approached the stables, and a tall silhouette appeared in the entrance. The flickering torchlight revealed the weathered features of Sir Roland, the legendary knight who had trained countless squ