<nc-section data-title="Version 1 (Red)" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, I saw Sir Roland approaching from the stables. He was a tall, imposing man clad in red armor, his face weathered from years of battle. His crimson cape billowed behind him, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "Ah, young Frederick, I see you've arrived," he boomed. His deep voice echoed through the courtyard. "Come, let me show you to your quarters. There will be no rest for you tonight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (Green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland emerged from the stables, his green surcoat gleaming in the fading light. "Well met, Squire Frederick!" he called out, his voice warm and friendly. "Welcome to Castle Everwood. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" He strode towards me, extending a gauntleted hand. "I'm sure you're eager to get settled in. The servants will see to your baggage and horse. In the meantime, let me show you to your chambers. We'll have time for a proper greeting at dinner." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (Blue)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the shadowed archway of the stables, his blue armor glinting as he moved into the fading light. "Frederick," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "It's good to see you." He clasped my shoulder with a mailed fist. "I trust your journey was smooth? Good. There's much to do before dinner. First, let's see to your horse and gear. Then I'll show you to your rooms." He turned to lead the way, his blue cloak fluttering behind him. I followed, my heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of beginning my training as a knight.