Here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story: **Version 1 (Red):** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and imposing, Sir Roland, the most renowned knight in the realm, stood before me. His face was weathered, etched with the marks of countless battles, and his grey eyes held a steely glint. "So, you are Frederick," he rumbled, his voice a gravelly whisper. "The squire who thinks he's ready for knighthood." His words were laced with skepticism, a challenge already thrown down. </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green):** <nc-section data-title="A Kind Welcome" data-color="green"> Reins slipping through my fingers as I reached the stables, a broad-shouldered figure approached with a welcoming smile. It was Sir Roland, his armor gleaming even in the fading light. "Frederick, I presume?" he boomed, his voice carrying a warmth that eased my nerves. "Welcome, lad! We've been expecting you. Best be getting settled - training starts at dawn!" </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue):** <nc-section data-title="A Busy Welcome" data-color="blue"> Just as I hopped off Thunder, a man practically barreled into me, his visor raised in haste. "Squire Frederick?" he barked, looking over his shoulder. The man's armor was half-buckled and he was clearly exasperated. "Sir Roland sends for you. Training yard, now! No time for introductions, lad, we're short on shields!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a group of bustling knights, leaving Thunder braying in protest.