<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> A gruff voice boomed from behind me, "Well, well, look what the wind blew in!" I reined Thunder to a halt and whipped around. "Sir Roland," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite my nervousness. "A pleasure to meet you." The knight chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound, and clapped me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, lad, I'm not going to bite... although I've been known to scare the wits out of a few new recruits." His eyes twinkled with mischievous light. "Come on, let's get you settled in. You'll need your rest before the training starts." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> My arrival was heralded by the thunder of Thunder's hooves on the cobblestone path leading to the stables. A figure emerged from the shadowy entrance, his armor glinting in the fading light. "Well, you've finally arrived, young Frederick," said Sir Roland, his voice a rough baritone. "I've been expecting you." I dismounted, bowing low. "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I said, my voice tinged with awe. "I've heard tales of your bravery." He smiled, a warm and genuine expression. "Perhaps you'll hear more of them," he said, "and even add to them yourself." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I entered the stables, the scent of hay and horseflesh filled my nostrils. A tall figure moved towards me, silhouetted against the afternoon sun. "Frederick, I presume?" His voice was deep and resonant. I knew it was Sir Roland, the legendary knight whose stories had filled my childhood. "Yes, sir," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "It is an honor to meet you." Sir Roland, with a gentle smile, said, "The honor is mine, lad. Now, tell me, are you ready for the challenges ahead?" He gestured towards the rows of horses, his eyes twinkling with amusement. </nc-section>