Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: <nc-section data-title="Version 1: Gruff Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a gruff voice boomed from behind me. "You must be Frederick, the new squire," Sir Roland said, his thick beard bristling with excitement. He was a sturdy man with broad shoulders and a battle-weary face. His armor was dented and scratched, a testament to his many years of service. "Come, let us get you settled in. The king awaits your arrival." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> I was startled by the sound of a hearty laugh behind me. "Ah, Frederick! Welcome to our humble abode," Sir Roland said, striding towards me with a wide smile on his face. His eyes twinkled with warmth, and his hand was extended in greeting. "I see you've arrived in one piece. Thunder looks like he's traveled well too. We'll get you settled in, then I'll take you to meet the king." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Formal Welcome" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder into the stables, Sir Roland emerged from the shadows, his movements precise and formal. "Frederick, son of Lord Thomas, you are expected," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I am Sir Roland, the king's champion. I will escort you to the great hall, where His Majesty awaits your arrival." His voice was deep and commanding, his eyes piercing as he took in every detail of my person.