<nc-section data-title="Version 1: Encounter with Sir Roland" data-color="red"> As Thunder's hooves slowed to a steady trot, the imposing figure of Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stables. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his eyes held the weight of countless battles. "Welcome to Castle Blackthorn, young Frederick," he boomed, extending a gauntleted hand. "Your journey is at an end, and your training is about to begin." His voice was stern yet carried an undercurrent of warmth that eased my nerves. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="green"> Drawing closer to the stables, I caught sight of Sir Roland, his silver armor reflecting the sun's dying rays. He stood tall and regal, a living statue of valor. "Greetings, Squire Frederick," he called out, his voice resonating with authority. "Your dedication to your studies have not gone unnoticed. Here, under the tutelage of the knights, you shall forge your destiny." His words were a balm to my weary spirit, invigorating me with newfound resolve. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Stables Meeting" data-color="blue"> With Thunder now at a gentle walk, Sir Roland stepped forward from the stables, his presence commanding yet not without kindness. "Ah, Frederick, you've arrived at last," he said with a nod, the last light of day catching the etchings on his armor. "The castle has awaited your coming. Tomorrow, your true test begins. But for tonight, rest and take solace in the company of your fellow squires." His welcome was a blend of ceremony and genuine camaraderie, setting the stage for the trials that lay ahead. </nc-section>