Here are three possible continuations, each with a different tone: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a burly figure emerged from the stables, his shadow stretching long in the fading light. Sir Roland, the castle's most seasoned knight, regarded me with a skeptical frown. His eyes, as cold and sharp as a hawk's, pierced through me. "You must be Frederick," he rumbled, his voice rough like gravel. "About time you arrived. The Master of Arms has been expecting you. Don't dawdle, boy. Time is a luxury we can ill afford." </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Warm Introduction" data-color="green"> Thunder snorted softly as I led him towards the spacious stables. A kind face, tanned by the sun and creased with a welcoming smile, greeted me. "Ah, you must be young Frederick!" boomed a voice. Sir Roland, a knight whose broad shoulders filled the stable entrance, clapped me on the back. "Welcome, lad! We've been waiting for you. Come, let me show you to your quarters." </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="An Impassive Observer" data-color="blue"> The stable doors clanged open, revealing a man shrouded in the gloom. Sir Roland. I had heard tales of his prowess as a warrior, but the knight before me seemed less a legend and more a statue – tall and imposing, his features hidden by the shadows cast by his helmet. His gaze, steady and unwavering, met mine. He said nothing but offered a curt nod before turning and disappearing into the stables, leaving me to follow. </nc-section>