<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached, I spotted a familiar figure emerging from the stables. It was Sir Roland, the most chivalrous and renowned knight in the kingdom. His armor gleamed in the fading light, the crimson cape billowing behind him. "Well met, young Frederick!" he called out in a booming voice. "We've been expecting your arrival. Come, let us see to your steed then retire to the great hall for a feast in your honor." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I pulled Thunder to a stop before the stables where Sir Roland waited, an expectant smile on his weathered face. "Welcome, my boy," he said warmly, grasping my shoulder. "You've grown much since I last saw you. Are you ready to begin your training and prove yourself worthy of knighthood?" His eyes twinkled with excitement. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I neared the castle gates on Thunder, I spotted Sir Roland striding out to greet me, his iron armor glinting in the golden rays of dusk. He smiled and raised a hand. "Well met, Frederick! I see you've made it safely. Let the stablehands tend to your horse while I show you to the keep. A hero's welcome awaits you." </nc-section>