<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Hearty Greeting" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a rugged knight with a bushy beard, approached me near the stables, his armor gleaming in the fading light. He clapped me on the back, almost knocking me off balance. "Ah, young Frederick! Welcome to the castle! I've been expecting you. You're just in time for dinner, and I must say, you look like you could use a hearty meal." His booming laughter echoed through the courtyard. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Expression" data-color="green"> As I dismounted my horse, Sir Roland emerged from the stables, his expression stern and unyielding. His piercing gaze swept over me, as if sizing me up. "So, you're Frederick, the new squire," he said gruffly, his voice firm but not unfriendly. "I trust your journey was uneventful. You're expected at dinner, where we'll discuss your duties and responsibilities. Let's proceed." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Warm Smile" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland, a kind-eyed knight with a gentle smile, greeted me near the stables, his helmet tucked under his arm. "Frederick, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "I trust your journey was smooth and uneventful. Come, let's get you settled in, and then we'll join the others for dinner. I'm sure you're eager to meet the rest of the household." </nc-section>