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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, adhering to your instructions and color guidelines. **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="red"> As I drew closer, a figure emerged from the stables – Sir Roland, a knight renowned throughout the land for his unwavering courage and grim demeanor. He was a mountain of a man, clad in crimson armor that gleamed in the fading light. His face, etched with the scars of countless battles, held a surprisingly gentle expression as he lowered his visor slightly. “Welcome, young Frederick,” he boomed, his voice echoing across the courtyard. “The Captain of the Guard has been expecting you. Follow me.” A flicker of apprehension danced within me; Sir Roland didn't offer smiles readily. This was not a welcoming, but a serious introduction – a test, perhaps, of my resolve before I even set foot within the castle walls. </nc-section> --- **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Steady Presence" data-color="green"> Before I could fully take in the imposing castle, a voice cut through the evening air. “You must be Frederick.” A tall figure approached, cloaked in forest green – Sir Roland, the castle’s Captain of the Guard. He moved with a quiet grace, a stark contrast to the weight of his armor, which looked almost organically grown from the stone surrounding him. His eyes, the color of moss after a rain, assessed me with a thoughtful gaze. “Don’t be intimidated by the castle’s size," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It’s just stone and mortar. The true measure of a warrior lies within.” He extended a gloved hand. “Allow me to guide you to the Captain.” There was a warmth in his tone, a reassurance that eased some of my initial nervousness. </nc-section> --- **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Welcome" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I approached the stables. A silhouette resolved itself into Sir Roland, a knight whose reputation preceded him - a warrior whispered about in hushed tones as 'The Silent Blade'. He stood patiently, leaning against a stall, his blue-steel armor catching the last rays of the sun. He didn't speak, simply raised a hand in greeting. It wasn't a forceful gesture, but an offering of quiet acknowledgement. “Frederick,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble. “The Captain awaits. Let’s not dawdle.” His words were direct, devoid of unnecessary ceremony, yet there was a subtle kindness beneath the stoicism. “I’ll escort you.” A surprising calmness settled over me; perhaps this wasn’t the intimidating ordeal I’d anticipated. </nc-section> --- Which version of the continuation do you prefer, or would you like me to perhaps combine elements from each, or take it in a completely different direction?