Here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, each with a different color: **Version 1 (red)** <nc sections data-title="Meeting Sir Roland" data_color ="Red"> Frederick reined in Thunder at its trot as he neared what seemed to be an old stone stable. A figure emerged from within and strode towards him; tall, broad shoulders encased by chainmail glinting like rubies under the setting sun – it was certainly a knight! He wore his helmet atop thick dark hair escaping around tanned features that held both kindness in their green eyes but also years of battle hardened sternness around them. “So you’re Frederick,” The man boomed, voice rough as gravel yet surprisingly gentle for its size "I'm Sir Roland," he gestured to the horse with a weathered hand “Fine beast." He added with an approving nod **Version2 (green)** <nc-section data_title="The Approaching Knight" data-_color ="Green"> As Frederick dismounted, Thunder snorting softly at its new surroundings. A figure emerged from behind one of the sturdy oak doors in a section seemingly untouched by time – stables built before his father was even born! His cloak billowed out like emerald moss as he stepped closer - Sir Roland . He wore an iron helmet emblazoned with two silver griffins, their wings spread wide against each other. “Frederick,” Sir Rowland spoke first; voice soft yet clear in the quiet of twilight," I've heard whispers about your skill." **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data_title="Under The Setting Sun" data-_color ="Blue"> Frederick felt a tremor run down his spine as he dismounted. Thunder pawed nervously at what seemed to be ancient cobblestones, the air thick with an earthy scent of hay and horses - this was no ordinary stable! From within one corner emerged Sir Roland – tall in blue steel armor that shimmerd under twilight’s fading light . He bore a longsword as his hand rested casually upon its hilt. “Frederick,” he called out , voice deep yet calming like the sea before an approaching storm," Welcome to Castle Silverstream."