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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, following your instructions and color prompts. ```xml <nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Introduction (Red)" data-color="red"> The rhythmic thud of Thunder's hooves ceased as I dismounted before the sprawling stables. A figure emerged from the shadows – Sir Roland, the castle’s knight and, it seemed, a man carved from granite. He was a broad-shouldered man with a face perpetually set in a grim line, his grey-streaked hair pulled back tightly. "So, you're the new arrival," he grunted, his voice like gravel. He didn't offer a smile, or even a nod of greeting. "Frederick, is it? Don't expect any pleasantries here. You're here to serve, and that’s all. See to Thunder; he’s a good beast but requires a firm hand. Then report to the training yard. Captain Elmsworth awaits." His gaze was cold, assessing, and left me with the distinct impression I'd already failed some unspoken test. </nc-section> ``` ```xml <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Gentle Welcome (Green)" data-color="green"> As Thunder whinnied softly, a warm voice called out, "Welcome to Castle Aeridor, young Frederick!" A man emerged from the stables, his armor gleaming in the fading light - Sir Roland, the esteemed knight. His face was weathered but kind, with a network of fine lines crinkling around his eyes. He offered a reassuring smile. "A fine horse you have there. Give him a good brushing and some oats, he seems to have earned them. I trust your journey was safe? Come, let me show you to the stable master. He’ll help you settle Thunder in, and I’ll see you escorted to your quarters shortly. Don't be nervous, lad, we're glad to have you. This castle is a home to many, and you’ll find good company here." He clapped me gently on the shoulder, a gesture far more welcoming than I'd anticipated. </nc-section> ``` ```xml <nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Measured Greeting (Blue)" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I led Thunder towards the stables. A knight stood observing from the doorway; Sir Roland, I presumed. He was a tall figure, his blue and silver armor reflecting the twilight. He didn't rush forward, instead maintaining a respectful distance. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, his voice surprisingly calm and measured. "A fine mount you ride. Ensure he’s well cared for; a knight’s strength is often found in the loyalty of his steed. I understand you're here to begin your squire's training? Captain Elmsworth will oversee your initial exercises. Attend to your horse, then present yourself to him. There's much to learn, but diligence and a keen eye are your greatest assets." He paused, considering me. “Castle life isn’t always easy, but it offers opportunities for those who seek them.” </nc-section> ```