Here are three versions of the continuation, each with a different tone and feeling: **Version 1 (Red - Tense and Suspicious)** <nc-section data-title="A Shadowed Welcome" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted and stamped, his hooves echoing on the cobblestones as we entered the courtyard. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows near the stables, his armor gleaming under the waning sun. Sir Roland. His gaze was sharp, his expression unreadable. He studied me with the intensity of a hawk eyeing its prey. “You’re late, squire,” he intoned, his voice deep and gravelly. “Punctuality is a virtue sorely lacking in those who aspire to knighthood.” </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green - Friendly and Reassuring)** <nc-section data-title="A Welcoming Hand" data-color="green"> I whistled as Thunder trotted through the arched gateway, the familiar scent of hay and leather drawing me toward the stables. A broad, jovial laugh boomed from nearby. Sir Roland, clad in weathered but polished armor, emerged from the stables, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Frederick! It's good to finally meet the lad who's going to be puttin' me out of a job!" He clapped me on the shoulder, his grip strong and reassuring. "Come, let's get you settled in." </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue - Neutral and Formal)** <nc-section data-title="Duty Calls" data-color="blue"> My arrival did not go unnoticed. As I guided Thunder toward the stables, a figure clad in polished chainmail approached. Sir Roland. "You are Frederick?" he questioned, his tone neutral, his expression betraying no emotion. "Yes, Sir Knight," I replied, dismounting and bowing my head respectfully. He nodded curtly. "Follow me. There is much to be done." </nc-section>