Certainly! I'll create three alternate prose sections that continue the story, each with a different approach to Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. His armor gleamed in the fading light, and his stern face was etched with battle scars. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice gruff and commanding. "I am Sir Roland. You're late, squire. In this castle, tardiness is not tolerated." His piercing gaze made me shrink back, and I knew immediately that my training would be far from easy. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Friendly Encounter" data-color="green"> I had barely set foot on the ground when a hearty laugh echoed from the stables. A knight with a bushy beard and twinkling eyes approached, leading a chestnut mare. "Welcome, young Frederick!" he boomed cheerfully. "I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be overseeing your training." He clapped me on the shoulder, nearly knocking me over. "Don't look so nervous, lad. We'll make a fine knight of you yet!" His warmth immediately put me at ease, and I felt a spark of excitement for the journey ahead. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Mysterious Mentor" data-color="blue"> As I tended to Thunder, I felt a presence behind me. Turning, I saw a figure leaning against the stable door, shrouded in a dark cloak. "Frederick," he said softly, pushing back his hood to reveal a face both youthful and ancient. "I am Sir Roland." His eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. "Your arrival marks the beginning of a great destiny, young squire. Are you prepared for the trials that await?" A shiver ran down my spine, and I sensed that my training would involve far more than swordplay and chivalry. </nc-section>