<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a booming voice startled me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" A towering knight with a neatly trimmed beard and a mischievous glint in his eyes stood before me. "You must be the new whelp come to learn the way of the sword." He extended a gauntlet towards me, his face breaking into a warm grin. "Sir Roland, at your service. And you are..?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I had barely led Thunder to the stables when a gruff voice interrupted me. "You there! That's no way to treat a steed of his caliber." A broad-shouldered knight with a salt and pepper beard approached, his expression stern. He examined Thunder with a practiced eye. "I am Sir Roland. You, I presume, are the new squire?" He looked me up and down, his eyes sharp and appraising. "Let's hope you're made of sterner stuff than you look." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stables were bustling with activity, yet the moment I arrived with Thunder, a hush fell over the yard. A knight, his armor gleaming in the fading light, emerged from the stables. He had an air of quiet authority and a kind face etched with wrinkles. "Welcome, young squire," he greeted, his voice warm and reassuring. "I am Sir Roland. You've had a long journey. Come, let us see to your mount and then we can talk." </nc-section>