<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the stables - Sir Roland, his battle-scarred armor gleaming in the dying light. His cold, steel-gray eyes assessed me with clear disappointment. "So, you're the new squire," he growled, running a calloused hand over his graying beard. "You're scrawnier than I expected. Let's hope you've got more spirit than muscle, boy." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Encounter" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, revealing a robust man with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. "Welcome, young Frederick!" Sir Roland called out, his voice warm and inviting. He strode forward, his armor polished but bearing the honest marks of regular use. "I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Your father spoke highly of your horsemanship - and I can see why, judging by how you handle that fine stallion." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Meeting" data-color="blue"> From the shadows of the stable emerged Sir Roland, his silver armor adorned with strange, glowing runes. His eyes seemed to shine with an otherworldly light as he approached. "At last, you've arrived," he said softly, studying me with an intensity that made me shiver. "The dragons spoke of your coming, Frederick. You may not know it yet, but your arrival marks the beginning of something... extraordinary." </nc-section>