<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall figure clad in gleaming armor approached me. His presence was commanding, and I immediately recognized him as Sir Roland, the local knight renowned for his valor and wisdom. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" I nodded, feeling a mix of awe and excitement. "Good," he continued, "for your true journey begins now. Follow me to the stables; we have much to discuss." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Greeting" data-color="green"> I guided Thunder towards the stables, where a figure in a silver breastplate stood waiting. Sir Roland, the knight whose tales of bravery had inspired me since childhood, greeted me with a warm smile. "Frederick, I presume?" he asked, extending a hand. "Welcome to your new home. The stables are this way; let's get your horse settled and then we can talk about your training." His friendly demeanor put me at ease, and I eagerly followed him. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Greeting" data-color="blue"> As I neared the stables, a knight with a stern expression and a scar running down his cheek stepped forward. Sir Roland, the legendary protector of the realm, looked me over with a critical eye. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. "You've arrived just in time. The stables are over here. Once your horse is taken care of, we will discuss your duties and what is expected of you." I felt a surge of determination as I followed him, ready to prove myself. </nc-section>