Here are the three alternate prose sections: **Version 1 (red)** The local knight, Sir Roland, greets me near the stables, his armor a deep, rich red that seemed to burn with a fire all its own. His eyes, a piercing brown, narrowed slightly as he takes in my youthful appearance, but a small smile plays on his lips, and he nods curtly. "Ah, Frederick. We've been expecting you. Come, let's get you settled in." <nc-section data-title="Meets Sir Roland" data-color="red"> Sir Roland's gaze lingers on me for a moment longer than necessary before he breaks the silence, his voice low and commanding. The weight of his presence is palpable, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I swallow hard and follow him into the castle, unsure of what lies ahead. **Version 2 (green)** The local knight, Sir Roland, greets me near the stables, his armor a warm, sunny green that seems to glow in the fading light. He's a man in his prime, his broad shoulders and chiseled features a testament to his many years of battle. A hint of kindness in his eyes, though, and I sense that there's more to him than meets the eye. "Ah, welcome, lad! I've heard a lot about you," he says, his deep voice rumbling like thunder on a summer day. **Version 3 (blue)** Sir Roland's blue-tinged cloak billows behind him like a cloud as he strides towards me, his eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity. The soft lapping of water against the stone walls of the castle can be heard in the background, creating a soothing melody that seems almost hypnotic. He nods once, his expression serious, and falls into step beside me. "So, you're the new squire, I presume? I trust you're prepared for the trials that lie ahead?"