<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood before me, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Welcome, Frederick," he boomed, his voice resonating with authority. "I trust your journey was... uneventful?" A hint of a smile played on his lips. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I led Thunder towards the stables, the scent of hay and horses filling the air. A figure detached itself from the stablehands, a man of impressive stature with a kind, weathered face. "Frederick, I presume?" Sir Roland extended a gauntleted hand. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard much about your family." His grip was firm, but not overpowering. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stable master, a gruff but friendly man, helped me with Thunder. As I was thanking him, a heavy hand clapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see Sir Roland, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Good to see you've arrived safely, young squire," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "The castle has been awaiting your arrival." </nc-section>