Certainly! I'll create three alternate prose sections continuing the story with Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables, each with a different color and approach. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stable. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his stern face was etched with the lines of countless battles. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice as hard as the steel of his breastplate. "I am Sir Roland. You're late, boy. In this castle, tardiness can mean death on the battlefield. Remember that." I swallowed hard, realizing my journey had already put me at a disadvantage. Sir Roland's cold reception made it clear that my training would be far from easy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Encounter" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a hearty laugh caught my attention. A knight with a bushy beard and twinkling eyes stepped forward, his hand extended in greeting. "Welcome, young Frederick! I'm Sir Roland," he said warmly. "I trust your journey was pleasant? You've arrived just in time for supper. Come, let's get your horse settled, and I'll show you to the squires' quarters." Relief washed over me. Sir Roland's friendly demeanor put me at ease, and I felt a glimmer of hope for the challenges that lay ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Mysterious Introduction" data-color="blue"> The stables loomed before me, shrouded in mist. As I led Thunder towards the entrance, a figure materialized from the fog. His armor seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. "Greetings, Frederick," the knight said, his voice carrying an air of mystery. "I am Sir Roland, keeper of the ancient ways. Your arrival has been foretold." I stood frozen, unsure how to respond. Sir Roland's cryptic words hinted at a destiny far greater than I had imagined. What secrets lay hidden within these castle walls? </nc-section>