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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a broad‑shouldered knight whose armor still bore the faint scorch marks of recent battles, stepped out from the shadow of the stables. His visor lifted, revealing eyes the deep as the midnight sky, and a smile that seemed to warm the cold stone. “Welcome, squire,” he boomed, his voice echoing off the timbered walls. “The road to knighthood is long, but you have taken the first stride. Follow me, and I shall show you the ways of the blade and the heart of this castle.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> A gentle rustle of hay announced Sir Roland’s arrival at the stables. The knight’s green‑tinted visor caught the dappled light, and his cloak, embroidered with the sigil of a soaring hawk, brushed the ground as he approached. “Frederick,” he said, his tone soft yet firm, “the path you have chosen is fraught with trials, but fear not. Here, among the steeds, we begin our lessons. Let the rhythm of hooves guide your spirit, and I will teach you the discipline of a true knight.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland emerged from the stable doorway, his armor glinting like a calm sea under the twilight. The blue of his tabard mirrored the sky’s waning hue, and his beard, neatly trimmed, swayed as he bowed his head in greeting. “Young squire,” he said, his voice smooth as a whispered wind, “the castle’s walls hold many stories, and yours is about to be written. Come, let us walk the courtyard together; I will share the secrets of the sword and the honor that binds us all.” </nc-section>