Here are three alternate prose sections: **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="A Fiery Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a stout figure emerged from the stables, his face stern and weathered. Sir Roland, the local knight, eyed me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a gesture that seemed more habitual than threatening. "So, you're the new squire," he said gruffly, his voice like the crackle of flames. "I've heard a lot about you, Frederick." </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Gentle Welcome" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, a man with a kind face and a bushy beard, strolled out of the stables, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Ah, Frederick, welcome to the castle! I've been expecting you. We don't often get new faces around here." He extended a hand, which I shook firmly, feeling a sense of ease wash over me. The air was thick with the scent of fresh hay and the sound of horses whinnying in the background. It was a soothing atmosphere, one that immediately put me at ease. </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Formal Introduction" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder to the stables, a knight in polished armor approached me, his movements precise and deliberate. Sir Roland, the local knight, bowed his head slightly, his eyes locked on mine. "Greetings, Frederick, young squire. I am Sir Roland, the castle's resident knight. I trust your journey was uneventful?" His tone was formal, yet not unfriendly, and I found myself responding in kind, feeling a sense of respect wash over me. The sound of clanging steel and the murmur of the castle's inhabitants provided a background hum to our conversation. </nc-section>