Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7GX9CVAKG1MMN9XYPPAGM

Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, each with a specified color and focusing on the interaction with Sir Roland: **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="The Knight’s Gaze" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables – Sir Roland, a knight renowned for his brutal efficiency and chillingly blue eyes. He regarded me with a scrutinizing gaze, his hand instinctively drifting towards the pommel of his broadsword. “A squire,” he rumbled, his voice like grinding stone. “Expecting to be pampered, are you? Don’t mistake respect for weakness, boy. This castle demands more than pretty smiles and clumsy polishing.” He took a step closer, and the scent of leather and steel filled the air. “Let’s see if you’re worthy of bearing the colors of Eldoria.” </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Measured Welcome" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, surprisingly, wasn't imposing in the way I’d imagined. He was tall, certainly, with the weathered strength of a seasoned warrior, but his expression held a thoughtful kindness. “Frederick, isn’t it?” he said, his voice gentle despite its underlying firmness. “Welcome to Blackwood Keep. I’m Roland. I’ll be overseeing your initial training, though I confess, I’ve been expecting a… less eager recruit. The stories of the kingdom often exaggerate the enthusiasm of youngsters. Let’s see if you have the grit to match your face.” He offered a slight nod, a subtle invitation to follow him towards the training yard. “First order of business: we’ll assess your hand-to-hand combat. Don’t disappoint me.” </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="Beneath the Stern Exterior" data-color="blue"> The rain had begun to fall in earnest as Sir Roland approached, his silver-grey cloak already darkened. He was an older knight than I’d anticipated, lines etched around his eyes hinting at countless battles fought and won. “Frederick,” he greeted, his voice low and carrying a hint of melancholy. “I’ve heard whispers of your lineage. A fading branch of the Northwood clan. Don’t let that define you; it’s your actions that matter.” He paused, studying me for a moment. “My duty is to train you, to hone your skills, but also to ensure you understand the weight of your heritage. This castle has seen a lot of darkness, and it needs protectors who are not only skilled, but mindful. Show me you’re worth the responsibility.” He gestured towards the training grounds, the grey stone slick with rain. "Let’s begin." </nc-section> Which version do you’d like me to proceed with, or would you like me to combine elements of them or create something entirely different?