<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 1" data-color="red"> I dismounted Thunder, my legs stiff from the long ride. Before I could even properly secure him, a gruff voice boomed from near the stables. "Welcome, lad! You must be Frederick." A burly man with a weathered face and a kind smile approached, his silver hair catching the last rays of the sun. He extended a calloused hand. "Sir Roland, at your service. Come, let's get that horse settled and you fed." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 2" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder towards the stable master, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stable archway. He was clad in polished steel, a surcoat bearing the crest of the kingdom over his chainmail. "Frederick, I presume?" His voice was deep and resonant, laced with an air of authority. "I am Sir Roland. Your arrival has been anticipated. Allow me to show you to your quarters after we see to your mount." He gestured with a gauntleted hand towards the stable entrance. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had barely guided Thunder into the bustling stable yard when a figure broke away from a cluster of squires mucking out stalls. He was older, his face etched with the lines of experience, but his stride was still powerful. "Frederick?" he asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye as he took in my travel-worn appearance. "I'm Sir Roland. Heard you were arriving today. Don't worry about your horse, one of the stable lads will take care of him. You look like you could use a good meal and a warm bed." </nc-section>