<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, a burly knight stepped forward to greet us. His crimson tabard adorned with a golden lion' sounded familiar. "Greetings, young squire," he boomed. "I am Sir Roland, the castle's quartermaster. Your reputation precedes you, Frederick." "It's an honor, Sir Roland," I replied, dismounting Thunder with a small leap. I gave a swift bow, my armor clanking with the motion. "I am ready to begin my training." Sir Roland's bushy eyebrows raised as he appraised me. "Spirited, aren't you? Very well, follow me." He led me into the depths of the castle, where the air grew cooler. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Greetings & Tour" data-color="green"> Nearing the stables, I spotted a stocky knight clad in emerald silk, sporting an emblem of an eagle. "Greetings, Frederick," he said, a warm smile creasing his tanned face. "Sir Roland, at your service. I've been expecting you." "It's an honor, Sir Roland," I responded, dismounting Thunder and bowing deeply. "No need for that," he chuckled, waving me up. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters, and then we'll see about supper." With that, Sir Roland led me through winding corridors, his booming laughter echoing off the walls.