<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)"> As I approached the stables, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. His armor gleamed in the fading light, the crimson cape billowing behind him. Sir Roland, the kingdom's most renowned knight, strode forward to greet me. His eyes, piercing and cold, scrutinized me as I dismounted Thunder. "Frederick, I presume?" His deep voice rang out across the yard. "I've been expecting you." He extended a gauntleted hand, his grip firm as I clasped it. "Welcome to your new home, young squire." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)"> I guided Thunder into the bustling stables, the scent of hay and horse filling the air. A knight in gleaming emerald armor stepped out to meet me, his face hidden beneath a visor adorned with a sprig of holly. "Well met, Frederick," Sir Roland's voice was warm, his smile genuine. "I trust your journey was uneventful." He clapped me on the back, his touch friendly. "I'm glad to have you here. You've arrived just in time for the evening feast. Come, let's get you settled in and then we'll head to the great hall together." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)"> As I led Thunder into the stables, the blue-clad figure of Sir Roland awaited me. His azure cape fluttered in the evening breeze, and the silver trim of his armor glinted in the last rays of sunlight. He regarded me with piercing blue eyes, his expression unreadable. "Frederick, I presume?" He extended a hand, his grip firm as I shook it. "Welcome to the castle. I trust your journey was not too arduous." He turned, gesturing for me to follow. "Come, let us proceed to the great hall. The evening meal awaits, and you must be famished after your long ride."