<nc-section data-title="The local knight's welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland's voice boomed as he steered Thunder into the stables, his armor glinting in the fading light. I dismounted, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as I approached the knight. His deep brow furrowed in a warm smile as he clasped my shoulder. "Frederick, I have been expecting you," he said. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he added, "I trust your journey here was uneventful?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The local knight's welcome" data-color="green"> Sir Roland's jovial laughter echoed as Thunder splashed in the water bucket, the knight's gaze shifting to me as he suggested, "Well, well, look what we have here! A new face at our humble castle. Come, let us get you settled in." He sketched a hasty sign to one of the servants, a scrawny boy with a starry-eyed gaze, who hastily led off to uncover my travel trunk. As the gatekeeper irrigated Thunder with a fountain, Sir Roland towered above, watching with genuine warmth to see how I'd fit in. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The local knight's welcome" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland's eyes crinkled at the corners as the stallion's mane fell across his chest, a look of gentle fondness crossing his face. "Ah, welcome, young squire! I see you're in time for dinner. The king himself has spared no detail in ensuring the festivities are a success. You will be dining alongside the rest of the kingdom's finest, all of whom will set an exacting standard for you to live up to." With a measured tone, he added, "Don't be surprised if the conversation swells from the crown to speculative whispers about the verge of war." </nc-section> --- Please, please pick one of these options to continue the story.