Here are three alternate prose sections: **Red Version** The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as I reined in Thunder's pace. Sir Roland, a battle-hardened knight with a bushy beard, greeted me with a firm handshake. His piercing blue eyes scrutinized me, as if searching for any sign of weakness. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I see you've brought your eager steed. I hope you're ready for a grueling training regimen." **Green Version** As Thunder came to a stop, I slid off his back and approached Sir Roland, who was leaning against the stables, his eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression. The smell of hay and horsehide filled my nostrils, a welcome respite from the dusty road. "What can I do for you, young man?" he asked, his voice a gentle warmth that belied the sword at his side. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. **Blue Version** Sir Roland's weathered face creased into a hint of a smile as I approached, hand on the hilt of my sword. "Ah, the new squire, I presume?" he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Thunder, sensing my arrival, nickered and pranced, and Sir Roland chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've got some spunk, I'll give you that. I suppose it's time for you to see the castle and meet the king." He gestured towards the castle gates, a proud swing of his arm that seemed to shimmer in the fading light.