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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story as instructed, with the specified colors. ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland - Version 1 (Red)" data-color="red"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I dismounted Thunder near the stables. A figure emerged from the shadows – a knight, tall and broad-shouldered, with a face weathered by countless battles. This must be Sir Roland. He regarded me with a scrutinizing gaze, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. "So, you're the new arrival," he rumbled, his voice like the grinding of stone. "A squire, they say. Let's see if you have the grit to survive the training. Don't expect any favors here, boy. This castle demands strength, loyalty... and a willingness to bleed." He spat on the ground, a harsh punctuation to his welcome. "Your quarters are in the west tower. Report to the armory at dawn." </nc-section> ``` ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland - Version 2 (Green)" data-color="green"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, a knight stepped forward, his armor gleaming softly in the fading light. Sir Roland, I presumed. He offered a courteous bow, his expression kind but firm. “Welcome to Castle Aeridor, young Frederick,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I am Sir Roland, and I'll be overseeing your training. Don't be intimidated by the rigorous schedule ahead. We aim to forge strong knights here, and I believe you have the potential. The stable master will see to Thunder. Your room is prepared—a small space, but sufficient. Rest well tonight, and be ready for your first lessons in the morning. A warm smile touched his lips. “We are glad to have you.” </nc-section> ``` ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland - Version 3 (Blue)" data-color="blue"> The massive oak doors of the stables groaned open, revealing a knight standing within. It was Sir Roland, his blue surcoat bearing the crest of a silver griffin. He was studying a map spread across a table, seemingly oblivious to my arrival until Thunder’s hooves kicked up a spray of dust. He glanced up, his eyes a surprisingly warm shade of grey. "Ah, the new squire. Frederick, is it?" he asked, folding the map. “Welcome. The castle is…complex. There's more history within these walls than you can imagine, and more secrets than some are meant to find. My role is to ensure you understand, and adhere to, the traditions. You'll be assigned a mentor soon enough. For now, settle in. The stable hand will tend to your horse." He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. “Be observant, Frederick. This place has a way of revealing itself to those who watch closely.” </nc-section> ```