Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: **Version 1: Formal Encounter (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a stalwart figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached me with measured strides, his armor polished to a gleam. "Ah, young Frederick, welcome to our humble castle," he said, his deep voice firm, as he extended a gauntleted hand in a gesture of formal welcome. I shook it, feeling a brief, crushing grip. </nc-section> **Version 2: Warm Reception (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Friendly Face" data-color="green"> No sooner had I slid off Thunder's back than a hearty laugh echoed from the stables. Sir Roland, his face creased by a warm smile, strode towards me, wiping his hands on a leather apron. "Frederick, lad! We've been expecting you. Come, let's get Thunder settled and then we'll talk of your training – over a hot supper, if you're as hungry as I think you must be!" His infectious enthusiasm put me at ease instantly. </nc-section> **Version 3: Ominous Undertones (blue)** <nc-section data-title="Beneath the Surface" data-color="blue"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, Sir Roland detached himself from the evening shadows, his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in my travel-worn appearance. "Frederick, welcome," he said, his voice courteous but with an undercurrent of scrutiny. "I trust your journey was uneventful?" His gaze lingered on mine, as if searching for something more than mere fatigue, leaving me with a shiver despite the warmth of the evening. </nc-section>