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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, each adhering to your instructions and color specifications: **Version 1 (red) - Focused on Sir Roland's gruffness and a sense of foreboding** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As Thunder was being led to the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows – Sir Roland, the castle’s resident knight. He was a towering man, scarred and weathered, with eyes like chips of flint. He barely glanced at me, his focus entirely on the stable hands fussing over his own warhorse. "You must be Frederick," he rumbled, his voice like stones grinding together. "The new squire. Don't expect any pleasantries here. Work is all that matters. And be warned, boy," he added, his gaze finally locking with mine, and sending a chill down my spine, "These are troubled times. The King is restless, and the shadows… they lengthen." He turned sharply, disappearing back into the castle, leaving me with the unsettling feeling that my arrival held more weight than I could possibly imagine. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green) - A more welcoming, slightly whimsical introduction with hints of the castle's history** <nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Smile" data-color="green"> The scent of fresh hay and leather filled the air as Thunder settled into his stall. A hearty laugh echoed from nearby, and a moment later, Sir Roland appeared. He wasn’t quite as fearsome as the rumors suggested. Though his face bore the etchings of many battles, a warm smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Welcome, Frederick! A fresh face is always a welcome sight in Eldoria Castle,” he boomed, clapping me on the shoulder. “Eldoria has stood for centuries, you know. Built on the back of dragon scales, they say – a long, long time before dragons vanished from our skies. Still, the spirits of those ancient beasts linger, I suspect.” He winked. “Now, let’s get you settled. You’ll be assisting me in the armory, a grand place filled with tales of its own.” </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue) - A more formal and traditional approach, highlighting the castle's grandeur** <nc-section data-title="Protocol and Presentation" data-color="blue"> Thunder’s hooves echoed on the cobblestones as we approached the stables, a rather grand affair constructed from pale grey stone adorned with intricate carvings of griffins and lions. Sir Roland awaited, a figure of imposing stature in gleaming plate armor. He bowed slightly, a gesture of formal courtesy. “Welcome to Eldoria Castle, Squire Frederick,” he stated, his voice resonant and clear. “I am Sir Roland, Knight-Captain of the Royal Guard. Your duties will be to assist me in the maintenance of the castle’s defenses and, of course, to learn the ways of a knight. Your quarters are prepared, and a steward will attend to you shortly. Do familiarize yourself with the castle’s layout; it is extensive, and its history runs deep.” He gestured towards the castle walls. “Eldoria has weathered countless storms, and we trust it will continue to do so under your service.” </nc-section>