Here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story: **Version 1 (Red):** <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted and pawed the ground, eager to be free of his reins. As I dismounted, a figure emerged from the stables, his armor gleaming in the fading light. Sir Roland, a seasoned warrior with eyes that held the weight of countless battles, stood before me. "Frederick," he acknowledged, his voice gruff but not unkind, "Welcome to Castle Greywatch. You're late." </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green):** <nc-section data-title="A Warm Greeting" data-color="green"> I tethered Thunder in the stable, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his sleek coat. A kindly smile broke across the face of the man who approached me, wiping his hands on a leather apron. "You must be Frederick," he said, extending a calloused hand. "Sir Roland, at your service. Welcome to Castle Greywatch! A long journey, eh? Don't you worry, you'll find good company and good food here." </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue):** <nc-section data-title="Whispers of Doubt" data-color="blue"> I led Thunder to the stables, feeling the anxious tension in the stallion's gait. A knight, clad in black plate armor, observed me from beneath the shadowed archway. Sir Roland. His gaze was piercing, assessing, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a prickle of unease. Something in his cold, unwavering gaze seemed to whisper of secrets and hidden dangers. </nc-section>