Here are three alternate prose sections, each with a different color tag and tone: **<nc-section data-title="Arrival at the Stables" data-color="red">** Thunder whinnied nervously as we neared the stables. A gruff voice boomed, "Well, look what the wind dragged in. Another wide-eyed mouse ready for knighthood." Sir Roland, a mountain of a man with a scarred face, stood before me, toothpick clenched between his teeth. His eyes, cold and steel-blue, raked me up and down. This wasn't the welcoming I'd expected. **<nc-section data-title="First Impressions" data-color="green">** Pulling Thunder to a halt by the stables, I dismounted, my legs still buzzing from the long ride. A knight, clad in gleaming armour, approached, a warm smile on his face. "Welcome to Castle Blackwood, Squire Frederick," he said, extending a calloused hand. "I'm Sir Roland, your trainer. Let's get that fine beast of yours settled and then we'll have some supper." His voice was hearty and reassuring. **<nc-section data-title="A Shadow in the Stable" data-color="blue">** The stables were dim and smelled of hay and sweat. As I led Thunder inside, a shadow detached itself from the darkness. It was Sir Roland, his face etched with weary lines. He seemed smaller than I'd imagined, a weariness hanging about him like a shroud. "So, you're the new squire," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "We need every hand we can get, but don't expect this to be easy."