<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a gruff voice called out from beside the stables. "Well met, young Frederick!" It was Sir Roland, the kingdom's most renowned knight. He strode forward, his armor clanking. "Welcome to the castle. I trust your journey was uneventful?" He eyed me appraisingly, taking in my travel-worn clothes and road dust. "We'll have you cleaned up and settled in no time." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I had barely tethered Thunder to a post before a figure emerged from the stables. It was Sir Roland, the legendary knight, his plate armor gleaming in the fading light. He extended a gauntleted hand in greeting. "Frederick, my boy! It's an honor to finally meet you in person. I hope the road from your village was kind to you." His bushy eyebrows furrowed with concern as he took in my bedraggled appearance. "But you look exhausted. Come, let's get you inside. A hot meal and bath await." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder to the stables, Sir Roland stepped out to greet me. He towered over me, his broad shoulders squared. "Ah, Frederick. The young squire from the south. I've heard much about you." His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I see the journey has left its mark on you, though. We'd better get you fed and settled. The road to knighthood is not for the faint of heart." He clapped me on the back and guided me towards the castle's great hall.