<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him towards the stables, a tall figure approached. A grizzled knight, his armor dented from many battles, strode forward. "Welcome to Dragonspire Castle, young squire," he bellowed in a deep voice. "I am Sir Roland, master of these stables. You'll be reporting to me during your time here." He looked me up and down with a critical eye. "Though you've much to learn about the way of the horse and the life of a knight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I tended to Thunder, removing his saddle and brushing his glossy coat after our long journey. A clink of metal boots on the cobblestones drew my attention. A knight, his face weathered but eyes bright, approached with an easy smile. "Greetings, young squire. I am Sir Roland, stable master here." He rested a calloused hand on Thunder's flank. "This is a fine steed. If you treat him well, he'll be a loyal companion." Sir Roland's warm tone put me at ease. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Leaving Thunder with the stable hands, I turned to find an imposing figure watching me from beneath a furrowed brow. The knight's armor was well-worn, nicks and scratches telling of his years of service. "You must be the new squire," he said gruffly. "I'm Sir Roland. While you're here, you'll learn the ways of the cavalry from me directly." He stabbed a finger at my chest. "I run a tight ship in these stables, boy. Any insolence and you'll be mucking out stalls until your hands bleed. Understand?" I could only nod meekly. </nc-section>