<nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, the scent of hay and leather filled the air. Just then, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached with a broad smile. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his presence was both imposing and reassuring. "Welcome, young squire," he said, extending a hand. "I trust your journey was swift? Here, you will learn the ways of the sword and the heart." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Introduction" data-color="green"> The stables were alive with the sounds of whinnying horses and the clatter of hooves. As I stepped inside, a figure caught my eye. Sir Roland, known for his valor and wisdom, stood leaning against a wooden post. "Ah, Frederick! I see you’ve made it," he said, his voice deep and warm. "You are about to embark on a journey that will test your mettle. Are you ready to learn what it means to be a knight?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The First Encounter" data-color="blue"> I had barely taken a step when a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. It was Sir Roland, his armor reflecting the last rays of sunlight. "Frederick, I presume?" he said, his voice booming yet friendly. "You’ve arrived just in time. The training begins at dawn, but first, let me show you around. There’s much to see and even more to learn." </nc-section>