<nc-section data-title="The Greeting of Sir Roland" data-color="red"> As I dismounted at the stables, a tall figure clad in gleaming armor approached me. Sir Roland, the kingdom's revered knight, extended a firm hand. "Welcome to the castle, young Frederick. Your journey has only just begun." His voice, both authoritative and kind, filled me with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting of Sir Roland" data-color="green"> Near the stables, a sturdy man in shining armor blocked my path with a friendly smile. "You must be Frederick," Sir Roland said, his eyes sharp with experience. "Come, let me show you where you’ll be training. The path to becoming a knight is arduous, but I sense great potential in you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Greeting of Sir Roland" data-color="blue"> Standing by the rows of horses, Sir Roland greeted me with a nod. "Frederick, welcome. I’ve heard much about your courage. Here in these grounds, you’ll learn the ways of chivalry and battle. Follow me and I will introduce you to your instructors." His presence was both inspiring and reassuring. </nc-section>