## Version 1 (red) <nc-section data-title="First Impressions" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted, pawing the ground impatiently as I dismounted. A gruff voice startled me. "Well, you made it, lad." A tall knight, clad in dented armor, stood before me. His face was weathered, etched with lines that spoke of countless battles. "Sir Roland, at your service," he said, extending a calloused hand. I took it, feeling the strength of his grip. His eyes, however, were surprisingly gentle. "Welcome to Castle Blackrock, squire." </nc-section> ## Version 2 (green) <nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows. He wore the green and gold livery of the castle guard, a broad smile on his face. "Welcome, squire!" he boomed, his voice overflowing with cheer. "I'm Sir Roland. Heard tales of your arrival." He clapped me on the shoulder, nearly knocking me off my feet. "Come, let's get you settled and fed. We've got a lot to teach you here at Blackrock." </nc-section> ## Version 3 (blue) <nc-section data-title="Quiet Confidence" data-color="blue"> The stable doors swung open as I approached, revealing a knight leaning against the wall. His armor gleamed in the fading light, polished to a mirror shine. He wore a silver helm, but even without seeing his face, I sensed his gaze upon me. "Frederick," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I'm Sir Roland. Your training begins now." There was no fanfare, no welcome, just a quiet expectation that settled upon me like a cloak. </nc-section>