<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I approached the stables, a tall man with a muscular build stepped out to greet me. He was dressed in the finest armor I had ever seen, polished to a brilliant shine. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Sir Roland, your mentor and guide during your time here." He extended his hand, and I took it firmly, grateful for the opportunity to serve. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I spotted a group of stablehands tending to the horses. Among them was a man who stood out from the rest. He had a chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a scar running down his left cheek. This must be Sir Roland, I thought to myself. He approached me with a stern expression. "Welcome to the castle," he said curtly. "Prepare yourself to work hard and follow my orders if you want to succeed here.", </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the stables, his armor glinting in the late afternoon sun. "Ah, you must be the new squire," he said with a warm smile. "It's good to have you here." As I dismounted and tied Thunder to a post, Sir Roland clapped me on the shoulder. "Let's get you settled in. I have a mountain of work for you to start on immediately," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.