<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder, he noticed a tall, imposing figure approaching from the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, was clad in gleaming armor that caught the last rays of the setting sun. His stern face softened as he extended a hand to Frederick. "Welcome, young squire," Sir Roland said, his voice deep and resonant. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" Frederick nodded, feeling a mix of awe and nervousness. "Yes, Sir Roland. It was a smooth ride." "Good," Sir Roland replied, clapping Frederick on the shoulder. "Let's get you settled in. Your training begins at dawn." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Greeting" data-color="green"> Frederick guided Thunder towards the stables, where he saw Sir Roland waiting. The knight was a towering figure, his armor polished to a mirror-like shine. He had a kind smile that belied his fearsome reputation on the battlefield. "Ah, Frederick," Sir Roland called out, waving him over. "Welcome to the castle. How was your journey?" "It was pleasant, Sir Roland," Frederick replied, dismounting and leading Thunder by the reins. "Excellent," Sir Roland said, patting Thunder's neck. "We'll take good care of your steed here. Now, come with me. There's much to discuss before your training begins." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Greeting" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, he saw Sir Roland standing by, his armor glinting in the twilight. The knight's eyes were sharp, but his expression was warm and welcoming. "Frederick, welcome," Sir Roland greeted him with a firm handshake. "I hope your journey was comfortable." "Thank you, Sir Roland. It was," Frederick replied, feeling a surge of excitement. "Good to hear," Sir Roland said with a nod. "Let's get you and Thunder settled. Your training will be rigorous, but I have no doubt you'll rise to the challenge." </nc-section>