Certainly! I'll create three alternate prose sections that continue the story, each with a different approach to Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Knight" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood before me with arms crossed and a stern expression etched on his weathered face. His piercing gaze seemed to evaluate my every movement. "So, you're the new squire," he said, his voice gruff and authoritative. "I hope you're prepared for the challenges ahead, boy. This isn't a game, and I won't tolerate any weakness." I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the weight of my decision to become a squire. Sir Roland's reputation for being a harsh taskmaster was well-known, and I realized my training would be far from easy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Jovial Mentor" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a hearty laugh echoed through the air. Sir Roland, the local knight, emerged with a broad smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Welcome, young Frederick!" he boomed, clapping me on the shoulder with a hand that seemed as large as a bear's paw. "I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival. It's not every day we get fresh blood in these old walls!" His warmth and enthusiasm were infectious, and I found myself grinning back. Perhaps my squire training wouldn't be as daunting as I had feared, with such a friendly mentor to guide me. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Guide" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, a cloaked figure stepped out from behind a pillar. Sir Roland, the local knight, lowered his hood, revealing a face marked by both wisdom and intrigue. "Greetings, Frederick," he said softly, his eyes scanning the surroundings before settling on me. "Your arrival has been foretold. There's much you need to learn, and not just about swordplay and chivalry." His words sent a shiver down my spine. There was something in his tone that hinted at secrets and hidden knowledge. I realized then that my journey as a squire might lead me down unexpected paths. </nc-section>