Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: **Version 1 (red)<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="red">** Sir Roland, his armor polished to a fiery sheen, rode up to me, a stern expression on his face. "Ah, young Frederick," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I see you've arrived. I trust you're not here to slack off." His gaze narrowed, as if daring me to disappoint him. I swallowed, unsure of what to expect from this intimidating figure. **Version 2 (green)<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="green">** With a warm smile, Sir Roland dismounted his horse and approached me, his hands extended. "Ah, Frederick! Welcome to the castle. I'm glad to finally meet you. I've heard great things about your skills in the lists." He led me towards the stables, where a groom was waiting with a fresh pair of horses. "We've got plenty to catch up on, young man. Let's get you settled in, and I'll show you the ropes around here." **Version 3 (blue)<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Assessment" data-color="blue">** Sir Roland reined in his horse beside me, his eyes piercing as he studied me. "Frederick, I've been told about your prowess with a lance," he said, his voice measured. "But I've also heard that you're reckless, prone to taking unnecessary risks. I need to know if that's true." He nodded thoughtfully, as if weighing the possibilities. "Tell me, young squire, what drives you to ride into battle? Is it honor, glory, or something else entirely?"