<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, 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 commanding and reassuring. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, extending a hand. "We've been expecting you. The journey must have been long. Come, let us get you settled." His voice was warm, and I felt a sense of belonging as I shook his hand. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Introduction" data-color="green"> I led Thunder towards the stables, where a figure stood waiting. Sir Roland, the local knight, regarded me with a critical eye. His expression was stern, and his armor bore the marks of many battles. "Frederick, I presume," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "I trust you are ready for the challenges ahead. This is no place for the faint-hearted." His words were a reminder of the seriousness of my new life, and I nodded, determined to prove myself. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue"> As I approached the stables, a shadowy figure stepped forward. Sir Roland, the local knight, was known for his enigmatic nature. His eyes, sharp and observant, seemed to pierce through the twilight. "Frederick," he said, his voice low and mysterious, "you have arrived at a time of great change. The winds of fate are shifting." His words were cryptic, leaving me with a sense of intrigue and curiosity about the path that lay ahead. </nc-section>