<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the stable's shadow. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached me with a firm handshake and a warm smile. His armor gleamed in the fading light, adorned with the emblem of our kingdom. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, his voice low and earthy. "We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was uneventful?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Disciplined Greeting" data-color="green"> I secured Thunder to the stable post and turned to face the approaching knight. Sir Roland stood tall, his face set in a stern expression. His voice was crisp as he said, "Greetings, Squire Frederick. I am Sir Roland, your knight-instructor. We will be training together for the next few months. I expect strict discipline and attention to duty. Leave your saddlebags and meet me in the great hall for dinner." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Moment's Pause" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder to the stable, a figure emerged from the doorway, silhouetted against the warm glow within. Sir Roland stepped forward, his features etched by the dying light. For a moment, we simply regarded each other – myself, a young squire with a dream, and he, a seasoned knight with a reputation. Then, with a nod, he said, "Welcome, Frederick. I've heard a great deal about you. Come, let us stable your horse and then meet the others." </nc-section>