Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Hearty Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a burly figure emerged from the stables, a wide grin spreading across his weathered face. "Ah, young Frederick! Welcome to our humble castle," Sir Roland boomed, his voice like thunder. He clapped me on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of me. "I see you've arrived in one piece. Well done, lad!" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stoic Welcome" data-color="green"> I led Thunder into the stables, where Sir Roland stood waiting, his expression as stern as the castle walls. "Frederick, you've arrived," he stated, his voice firm but not unfriendly. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" He eyed me briefly, then nodded towards Thunder. "Your horse looks well. See to his grooming, and then report to the great hall for dinner." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Warm Smile" data-color="blue"> As I tied Thunder to a post, Sir Roland approached me, a gentle smile on his face. "Frederick, it's good to see you," he said, his voice warm and genuine. "I hope the journey wasn't too taxing. You must be exhausted." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Come, let's get you settled in. I'll show you to your quarters, and then we'll head to dinner." </nc-section>