Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: <nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a tall and imposing figure in his shining armor, strode out from the stables to greet me. His steely eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down. I could tell he was sizing me up, trying to determine if I had what it took to be a knight. "Welcome to Castle Blackthorn, young squire," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "I am Sir Roland, and I will be overseeing your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As I dismounted Thunder and began to lead him towards the stables, I caught sight of a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Sir Roland, the local knight, clad in his well-worn armor. A warm smile spread across his face as he approached me. "Ah, you must be Frederick," he said, extending his hand in greeting. "I've heard great things about you from the other squires. I look forward to training with you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Just as I was about to enter the stables with Thunder, a voice called out from behind me. "Hail, young Frederick!" I turned to see Sir Roland, the local knight, striding towards me. He was an older man, with a grizzled beard and a face lined with scars from countless battles. But there was a twinkle in his eye as he clasped my arm in a warrior's greeting. "Welcome to Castle Blackthorn," he said with a grin. "I can tell that you have the makings of a true knight." </nc-section>