Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY95Z0WWVCRGWABS8Q2XH1T

Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story as instructed, each with a different color designation and tone. **Version 1 (red - emphasizing formality and initial distance):** <nc-section data-title="First Impressions" data-color="red"> As Thunder slowed near the stables, a figure emerged from the shadowed wood within. Tall and imposing in polished steel, it was Sir Roland, Knight of the Realm and Warden of Blackwood. He didn’t offer a welcoming smile, merely a curt nod. “You are Frederick, I presume?” His voice was like the striking of flint, efficient and cold. “See to your mount. The grooms will tend to him. I expect diligence and obedience during your squireship. Blackwood tolerates no idleness.” He gestured sharply with a gauntleted hand toward a young stable boy. “Dismissed.” The formality was… startling. This was not the warm reception Frederick had vaguely imagined. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green - emphasizing a pragmatic, almost friendly greeting):** <nc-section data-title="A Practical Welcome" data-color="green"> Thunder whinnied, sensing the stables, and I reined him in. A knight, Sir Roland, strode from the building, wiping his hands on a leather cloth. “You must be Frederick. Long ride, eh?” He offered a surprisingly easy smile. “Don’t mind the dust. Blackwood’s always a bit…rustic. Let’s get Thunder settled first. Old Man Hemlock here runs the stables, he’ll take good care of him. Then we can talk about what’s expected of you. Being a squire isn't all shining armour, you know. Mostly it’s hard work, but honest work." He clapped me on the shoulder, a firm, reassuring gesture. "Welcome to Blackwood." </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue - emphasizing the mystery and brooding atmosphere of Blackwood):** <nc-section data-title="Shadows and Steel" data-color="blue"> The air grew colder as I approached the stables. Sir Roland appeared as if summoned from the twilight, his armour gleaming faintly, reflecting the last vestiges of sunlight. He didn't speak immediately, simply observed me with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of Blackwood’s history. “Frederick,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble that echoed the distant wind, “You’ve come to a place steeped in both honour…and shadow. The road to knighthood here is not paved with glory, but forged in trial." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the castle walls. “See to your horse. There is much you must learn about this castle, and about the secrets it holds.” A shiver ran down my spine. This wasn’t just a training post; it felt like a place guarding something ancient and important. </nc-section> Which version would you like me to continue with? Or would you like me to offer a new direction?