<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Knight's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a burly figure emerged from the stables, his armor dented and worn from years of battle. Sir Roland's rugged face broke into a hearty grin, and he extended a meaty hand in welcome. "Frederick, lad, it's good to see you've arrived. I trust your journey was uneventful?" His voice boomed through the courtyard, drawing the attention of the castle's inhabitants. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Gruff Salutation" data-color="green"> Sir Roland materialized from the shadows of the stables, his expression as stern as the stone walls surrounding us. He eyed me briefly, his gaze lingering on my travel-worn attire before nodding curtly. "Frederick, I see you've arrived. You'll need to stable your horse and report to the great hall for dinner. The castle staff will show you to your quarters later." With that, he turned back into the stables, leaving me to wonder what lay ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Warm Welcome" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland strode out of the stables, a warm smile spreading across his face as he clapped me on the back. "Ah, Frederick, welcome to the castle! I trust the ride was not too arduous? You must be famished. Come, let's stable Thunder, and I'll escort you to the great hall for dinner. The others are eager to meet you." As he led me through the courtyard, his infectious laughter put me at ease, and I felt a sense of belonging wash over me. </nc-section>