Here are the alternate prose sections: ** Version 1 (red)** Sir Roland's voice boomed as he approached, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Ah, young Frederick, I see you've arrived. Welcome to the castle. I trust you're ready to begin your training?" He eyed the saddle still tied to Thunder's hide, his brow furrowing slightly. "And you've brought a mount, I see. Not many squires can afford that luxury." ** Version 2 (green)** Sir Roland's smile creased his face as he dismounted from his own horse, a gentle giant with a coat of dark brown. "Ah, Frederick, great to finally meet you. We don't get many new faces around here, especially not squire trainees." He extended a meaty hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I trust your journey was uneventful? Any... difficulties on the road?" ** Version 3 (blue)** Sir Roland's weathered face broke into a warm smile as he approached, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of birdsong filled the air as evening settled over the castle grounds. "Ah, Frederick! Welcome home, lad. I trust you're excited to start your journey here." He paused, his gaze taking in the familiar surroundings. "I see you've settled in quickly with your mount, Thunder. A fine horse, indeed."