<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I guided Thunder to the stables, a burly knight stepped forward. He wore his armor proudly, with a crimson cape flowing behind him. His beard was flecked with gray, and his eyes had seen many battles. "Welcome, young squire!" he boomed. "I am Sir Roland, and you must be Frederick. We've been expecting you. Leave your horse to the stable hands, and come with me. The King awaits." I dismounted and handed the reins to a waiting groom. As I followed Sir Roland, I couldn't help but admire the way he moved with purpose, his armor clanking with each step. I had heard tales of his bravery, and felt honored to be under his guidance. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I slid from Thunder's back and gave him a pat on the neck. He nuzzled my chest, and I laughed. A deep voice cut through the sound of the horses shuffling in the stables. "Frederick! So good to finally meet you in person." I turned to see Sir Roland striding towards me. He was taller than I'd imagined, his armor gleaming in the fading light. His beard was wild and bushy, and he wore a lopsided grin. I felt immediately at ease in his presence. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland was waiting for me at the stable door, his blue eyes twinkling as I approached. He clapped me on the back, nearly knocking the wind from my lungs. "Frederick! A fine young man, I see. And a fine horse, too!" He reached out to stroke Thunder's mane, and the horse nickered in response. I liked Sir Roland immediately - there was something about his friendly demeanor that put me at ease. "Come," he said, "let's get you settled in. The King is eager to meet you." </nc-section>