<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a gruff voice startled me. "Well, you took your sweet time, lad!" I turned to see a towering figure clad in chainmail, a broadsword gleaming at his side. Sir Roland, the captain of the guard, was a legend in these parts, known for his courage and his temper. "You must be Frederick," he said, his tone softening slightly. "I hope that fancy horse didn't slow you down." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable hands were just leading Thunder away when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. "Frederick?" a deep voice rumbled. I turned to see a man built like an oak tree, his face weathered and scarred. "Sir Roland," I stammered, immediately recognizing the famed knight from my father's tales. He smiled, a surprisingly warm gesture that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Welcome to the King's Guard, lad. Come, let's get you settled in." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had just handed Thunder's reins to a stable boy when a shadow fell across the cobblestones. I looked up to see Sir Roland, his face half-obscured by his helmet. Despite the imposing figure he cut, his voice held a hint of amusement. "Frederick, I presume?" he asked, leaning against his sword. "Your reputation precedes you, lad. They say you ride like the wind itself." </nc-section>