**Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a boisterous voice boomed across the courtyard. "Ah, young Frederick! Welcome to our humble abode!" Sir Roland, a stout knight with a bushy beard, strode towards me, his armor creaking with each step. His bright blue eyes sparkled with warmth, and I felt a sense of ease in his presence. He clapped me on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of me. "Come, let us get your horse settled, and then we shall speak of your training." </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Measured Greeting" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, Sir Roland emerged from the shadows, his tall frame imposing despite his worn armor. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in my appearance, his expression calculating. "Frederick," he said, his deep voice steady, "I see you've arrived safely. Let us tend to your horse, and then we shall discuss the particulars of your training." His words were polite, but I sensed a hint of reserve, as if he were sizing me up before committing to our acquaintance. </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Gallant Reception" data-color="blue"> As I guided Thunder into the stables, Sir Roland swept into the courtyard, his presence commanding attention. "By the king's crown, you must be Frederick!" he exclaimed, a wide grin splitting his face. He strode towards me with a courtly flourish, his armor glinting in the fading light. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand, which I shook firmly. "Welcome to our noble order, young squire. I trust your journey was uneventful? Come, let us stable your horse and share a tale or two of adventure." </nc-section>