<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a gruff voice boomed from beside the stables. "You must be the new recruit." A knight, clad in gleaming steel and bearing the coiled serpent sigil of the kingdom, held my gaze. This was undoubtedly Sir Roland, a warrior whose legend preceded him. He offered a curt nod, his eyes sharp and assessing. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The scent of hay and horseflesh filled my nostrils as I led Thunder to a vacant stall. It was then that a shadow fell over me, and a hand, calloused and firm, rested on my shoulder. "Welcome to this dusty corner of the realm, lad," a voice like grinding stones rumbled. I turned to see Sir Roland, his weathered face etched with the marks of countless battles, a faint smile on his lips. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The castle stables were a hive of activity, grooms tending to their charges. As I secured Thunder, a stern-faced knight approached, his armor bearing the distinctive marking of a rampant lion. "Frederick, I presume?" he asked, his voice lacking any warmth. "I am Sir Roland, and you'll find my methods... direct." He gestured with a gauntleted hand towards the main keep. </nc-section>