<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, the local knight, Sir Roland, a burly figure clad in gleaming red armor, stood there to greet us. "Hail, young squire!" he boomed. "I've been expecting you!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="green"> I dismounted from Thunder's back, my legs aching from the journey. Sir Roland, a worn but seasoned knight, greeted me with a firm handshake. "Welcome to the castle, Frederick. I am Sir Roland. I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival," he said, a warm smile crinkling his weathered face. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Greeting" data-color="blue"> With a final puff of Thunder's breath, we pulled up to the stables. Sir Roland, clad in a mixture of polished silver and deep blues, awaited us. His piercing blue eyes assessed me before offering a hand in greeting. "Greetings, Frederick. I am Sir Roland. We've been expecting the arrival of the boy who's come to save our realm."