Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a sturdy figure emerged from the stables, his armor gleaming in the fading light. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached me with a firm handshake and a nod. "Welcome, young Frederick," he said, his voice like the crackle of a warm fire. "I see you've arrived in one piece. The kingdom can always use a fresh face, especially one as eager as yours." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Inspection" data-color="green"> I led Thunder into the stables, the sound of clanging hooves on stone echoing through the air. Sir Roland, resplendent in his emerald cloak, watched me with an appraising eye. "Ah, Frederick, I see you've brought a fine steed," he said, circling Thunder with a practiced gaze. "But tell me, lad, what makes you think you have what it takes to become a knight?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight's Warning" data-color="blue"> As I tethered Thunder to a post, Sir Roland strode towards me, his expression grave. "Frederick, I've been expecting you," he said, his voice low and urgent. "But I must warn you, the kingdom is not as safe as it seems. Dark rumors have been circulating, whispers of an ancient evil stirring in the shadows. You'd do well to keep your wits about you, lad." </nc-section>