<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> A gruff voice boomed from behind me. "Hold there, young squire! This isn't some peasant's field you're racing across." I pulled Thunder to a halt, my heart pounding in my chest. Looking back, I saw a broad-shouldered knight approaching, his armor gleaming under the setting sun. "Sir Roland," I muttered, bowing my head respectfully. "Apologies, Sir. I was... eager to reach the stables." He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Eagerness is a good quality in a squire. Now, tell me, what brings you to the castle?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hold your horses, young squire! Or rather, your horse. This isn't the wild frontier." I jumped slightly, surprised by the unexpected greeting. The towering knight stood before me, a broadsword gleaming at his side. "Sir Roland," I stammered, "I apologize. I was simply eager to reach the stables." He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eagerness is good, young one, but your horse seems to have the spirit of a wild stallion. A bit of discipline wouldn't hurt." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder whinnied, his breath steaming in the cool evening air. He seemed as excited as I was to reach the stables. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his armor glinting in the fading light. "Ah, the new squire," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I am Sir Roland, and this is my domain." He gestured towards the stables. "Welcome to the heart of the castle. You'll find your horse will be well cared for here. Don't worry, young one, I'll see you find your way around. A new adventure awaits." </nc-section>