Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="Near the Stables" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, Sir Roland approached me, his face stern but not unkind. "Ah, Frederick, the young squire from the north," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" My stomach did a little flip as I saluted him, trying to hide my nerves. Little did I know, our conversation would be anything but ordinary. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="Near the Stables" data-color="green"> Sir Roland handed a groom a blanket to tie around Thunder's neck, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The local knight was known for his strict adherence to protocols, and I didn't want to make a poor impression on my first day. "Welcome to the castle, Frederick," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "We've been expecting you. You'll be training with Sir Edric, I believe?" I nodded eagerly, trying to hide my excitement. </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="Near the Stables" data-color="blue"> The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the castle in a soft twilight hue, when Sir Roland approached me. His presence was imposing, but his expression was surprisingly warm. "Frederick, the last squire to arrive before the spring tournament," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "We've got a lot of ground to cover before then. I'll be introducing you to the other knights tomorrow morning. For now, I think you've got some unpacking to do."