<nc-section data-title="The Greeting - Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood tall and proud, clad in his gleaming armor that reflected the evening light. His eyes were piercing, and a welcoming smile danced on his lips. "Welcome to Castle Drakemoor, young squire," he boomed, his voice echoing like thunder. "I sense great potential in you. Come, let me show you the ways of true knighthood." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting - Version 2" data-color="green"> With a soft thud, my feet hit the ground, and I led Thunder to the stables. Just then, Sir Roland emerged, a proud smile lighting up his rugged face. "Ah, Frederick! I've heard tales of your courage," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Come, let me introduce you to the other squires. They are a spirited bunch, and I am certain you will fit right in," he continued, gesturing for me to follow him inside. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting - Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I tied Thunder to a post, the stable door creaked open, and Sir Roland stepped forward. His deep voice boomed with a mixture of authority and warmth, "Ah, Frederick! I've been waiting for your arrival." He approached, his armor clinking softly. "It is a great honor to have you here," he continued, his eyes glinting. "But be wary, for the path of knighthood is paved with challenges. Let me guide you through your first day in our hallowed halls." </nc-section>