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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, adhering to your instructions and color specifications. **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> As I slowed Thunder to a halt before the stables, a figure emerged – Sir Roland, a knight renowned throughout the realm for his unwavering discipline and a reputation for delivering sharp rebukes. He was a mountain of a man, clad in crimson armor that gleamed even in the fading light. His face was etched with lines of experience and a perpetual frown. “You must be Frederick,” he stated, his voice a low rumble, “Welcome to Blackwood Castle. Don't expect hospitality; expect training. And swiftly. I haven’t got all day to waste on apprentices.” He scrutinized me with piercing blue eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Show me you can handle a horse – and more importantly, that you’re willing to endure hardship.” </nc-section> --- **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Measured Welcome" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, a knight whose weathered face held the quiet dignity of centuries, approached with a slow, deliberate stride. He wore green and gold, the colors of the kingdom’s protectors, and carried himself with an effortless grace despite his imposing size. “Frederick,” he greeted, his voice surprisingly gentle. “The castle has been expecting you. I am Sir Roland, and I will be your instructor. Blackwood isn’t known for its warmth, nor its frivolous pursuits. But it *is* known for forging warriors. Let’s begin with a simple task – ensuring Thunder is properly cared for and that you understand the basics of horsemanship. It’s a small start, but a vital one.” He gestured towards a stablehand attending to the horses, a small smile playing on his lips. “Observe, and learn.” </nc-section> --- **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="Intense Observation" data-color="blue"> A shadow fell across the stable yard as Sir Roland materialized, his presence commanding immediate attention. He was a study in stark blue, his armor a deep, almost glacial hue reflecting the twilight sky. His eyes, like chips of polished sapphire, assessed me with unsettling precision. “Frederick,” he began, his voice cool and devoid of warmth, “You’ve arrived. Let’s dispense with pleasantries. Blackwood Castle demands respect – and you will earn it. I am Sir Roland, and I’ll be your guide, and frankly, your warden, during your time here. Don’t mistake courtesy for weakness. The training will be rigorous. Your mount, Thunder, is a fine beast, but a restless one. Show me you can control him, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll consider offering you a sliver of patience.” He tapped his gauntlet against the saddle of Thunder, a silent command. “Start with the grooming.” </nc-section> --- Which version do you wish to use, or would you like me to combine elements from each?