Here are 3 alternate continuations: <nc-section data-title="Version 1 (red)" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, the head knight, was brushing down his steed as Frederick arrived. "Good morrow, young squire!" he called out in a booming voice. Though serious and stern, Sir Roland had a reputation as a patient teacher. Frederick felt at ease knowing he would be mentored by this seasoned warrior. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 (green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland waited with a scowl as Frederick approached. Though charged with training new recruits, the grizzled knight had little patience for teaching. "You're late, boy," he growled. Frederick stammered apologies, intimidated by the man's imposing stature. This would not be an easy apprenticeship, he realized, staring up at the cold eyes of Sir Roland. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 (blue)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland was nowhere to be seen as Frederick looked around the stables. He wondered if the knight had forgotten about their scheduled meeting. Suddenly, a voice called out from above. "You there, boy! Up here!" Sir Roland leaned out from a hayloft, waving his arm. Relief washed over Frederick. The training was to begin shortly. </nc-section>