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"> Blood pounded in my ears as Thunder slowed to halt before me. My heart hammered against ribs like trapped birds; nerves and excitement warring within hims I hadn't seen a knight up close, not one of the legendary warriors whispered about around village hearths.. A tall figure stepped out from behind an oak-panelled stable door: Sir Roland himself - broader than any man should be. His armor glinted in fading sunlight; eyes like chipsof obsidian seemed to see right through me . "You must Frederick," he boomed, his voice a gravelly echo within the courtyard." **Version 2 (green)** <nc sections data-title="First Impressions" data_color ="Green"> Thunder pawed at th ground restlessly as I slid from saddle. The air was thick with hay and horses sweat - smells both comforting yet unfamiliar to me, a young squire fresh out of the fields . A figure emerged near stables' entrance; Sir Roland in his full armor looked impossibly tall against backdrop greening leaves overhead "So you are Frederick," he said , smile creasing face that seemed weathered by battles and laughter alike. He extended hand calloused but gentle, offering me a welcome as warmas midday sun **Version 3 (blue)** <nc sections data-title="Beneath the Shadow of Armor "data_color ="Blue"> Thunder snorted softly beside m e , his breath puffing white in air that was turning cool. I felt adrift amidst these towering stones, unsure where to put my feet as Sir Roland approached from within the shadows cast by stables . His armor shimmered like polished sapphire under fading twilight; a blue so deep it seemed almost black.. "You're Frederick," he stated more than asked , voice low and measured - the kind that commanded attention yet felt oddly calm.