Here are the three alternate prose sections continuing the story: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Boisterous Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a stout figure emerged, his armor gleaming with a hint of polish. Sir Roland, the local knight, boomed out a greeting, his voice like a crack of thunder. "Ah, young Frederick! By the kingdom's gates, you've arrived! Come, let us celebrate with a tankard of ale, and may the fire in your belly match the fire in your heart for chivalry!" He clapped a meaty hand on my back, nearly sending me stumbling. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Gentleman's Welcome" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I brought Thunder to a gentle stop, and as I slid off his back, Sir Roland approached, his footsteps quiet on the earthy ground. With a courteous bow, he greeted me, "Ah, Frederick, welcome to our humble castle. I trust your journey was uneventful? Please, allow me to assist with your steed while you freshen up. We shall discuss your training over a leisurely supper, if that suits you." His manner was as soothing as the surrounding gardens. </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Watchful Encounter" data-color="blue"> As Thunder and I drew near the stables, a figure detached from the shadows. Sir Roland, his face a map of weathered experience, eyed me with a discerning gaze. "Frederick, the new squire," he stated, his voice even, neither warm nor cold. "I've heard a great deal about your... eagerness. Come, let us walk among the stables, and speak of what it means to serve under our banner." His eyes lingered on mine, as if searching for something, before he turned, expecting me to follow. </nc-section>