<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Venerable Knight" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, Sir Roland stood waiting. Clad in shining armor that glinted in the dying light, he exuded an air of noble authority. His hair was silver, and years of experience etched lines across his weathered face. "Welcome, young Frederick," he greeted with a voice deep and resonant as a distant drum. With a firm handshake, he motioned for me to dismount and walked me towards the stables. "We have much to teach you," he said, a gleam of wisdom in his keen eyes. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> Dismounting from Thunder just outside the stable gates, I was met by Sir Roland. He leaned casually against a wooden beam, wearing simple training leathers and a welcoming smile. "Frederick!" His voice was warm, like the lingering summer heat. "It's about time you showed up." He offered his hand. "We've been expecting you." With a friendly pat on the back, he guided me toward the line of horses, each of them as impressive as my own. "There's a lot to see, and even more to do." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Challenge Ahead" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, smoke rose from a nearby forge, filling the air with the scent of burning coal. Sir Roland, a tall figure with a commanding presence, stood by the entrance. His armor was battle-worn, bearing scratches from countless skirmishes, and his eyes were sharp as a hawk's. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, sizing me up with an appraising glance. "We're glad to have new blood. The kingdom needs strong allies." His tone carried a challenge, but I could sense the underlying respect he offered. I nodded, eager to prove my worth. </nc-section>