Here are three alternate prose sections to continue the story: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Boisterous Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, Sir Roland, the local knight, emerged from the shadows, his hefty frame and booming laughter commanding attention. "Huzzah! Young Frederick, the future of our realm has arrived!" He clapped me on the back with a meaty hand, nearly sending me stumbling. His bushy eyebrows danced with warmth, but I detected a hint of scrutiny in his piercing gaze. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Gentle Welcome in the Fading Light" data-color="green"> Near the stables, where the scent of fresh hay and leather filled the air, Sir Roland awaited my arrival. As I led Thunder to a gentle stop, the knight approached, his weathered face creasing into a kind smile. "Welcome, Frederick. 'Tis a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, his deep voice soothing, like a summer breeze. The fading sunlight danced across his armor, highlighting the noble bearing of a seasoned knight. </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Moment of Appraisal" data-color="blue"> As I secured Thunder to a post outside the stables, Sir Roland appeared beside me, his movements economical and eerily silent. For an unsettling moment, he simply regarded me, his eyes narrowing as if sizing up a potential adversary. Then, with a slight nod, he extended a gauntleted hand. "Sir Roland, your mentor in the ways of chivalry. I trust your journey was uneventful, Frederick?" His tone was courteous, yet laced with an undercurrent of expectation. </nc-section>