<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a sturdy figure emerged from the shade. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached me with a warm smile, his armor gleaming in the fading light. His weathered face creased into a map of wrinkles as he extended a calloused hand. "Welcome, young Frederick! I see you've arrived safely. I trust your journey was uneventful?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="green"> Sir Roland appeared at my side as I led Thunder into the stables, his chainmail rustling softly. His eyes twinkled with a warm welcome, and he clapped me on the back. "Ah, Frederick! Good to see you've made it in one piece. I've been expecting you. The stablehands will take care of your horse – you're expected in the great hall for dinner." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="blue"> As I stepped into the stable yard, the sound of clanging metal and the earthy smell of freshly laid hay enveloped me. Sir Roland, the local knight, strode towards me, his movements economical and purposeful. His face was a map of scars and worn leather, but his eyes sparkled with a hint of warmth. "Frederick, lad! I see you've arrived. Come, let's get you settled – we've a lot to discuss before the evening meal."