Here are the three alternate prose sections: <nc-section data-title="The Guard" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, his armor gleaming in the fading light, dismounted from his horse and strode towards me, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His piercing blue eyes scrutinized me, his expression a mask of curiosity and suspicion. "So, you must be Frederick, the new squire," he said, his voice firm but with a hint of warmth. "Welcome to Castle Ravenshire." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Inspection" data-color="green"> I swung down from Thunder's back and led him to the stables, where Sir Roland awaited me. As we approached, he nodded at the stablemaster, a stout man with a bushy beard. "Ah, good sir, I've heard a lot about this young squire. Prepare Thunder for a thorough inspection." The stablemaster grunted and set to work, examining Thunder's hooves and harness, while Sir Roland watched with a discerning eye, searching for any sign of weakness or potential. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Unlikely Greeting" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland's armor lost its stern expression as he dropped to one knee, his hand opening wide in a boisterous welcome. "Rise, Frederick, rise! Come hither, young squire! Let us break bread together!" He boomed his voice, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I've heard tales of your family's bravery, and I'm eager to see if the tales are true." I laughed, taken aback by his warmth, and dismounted Thunder to shake hands with the noble knight.