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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections, each continuing the story with Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables, and using the requested colors. **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the bustling stables, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and broad-shouldered, clad in polished steel, it was Sir Roland, the renowned knight of Blackwood Keep. His face, weathered and etched with the lines of countless battles, was not welcoming. He surveyed me with a critical eye, taking in my travel-worn clothes and youthful frame. "So, you're the new squire," he rumbled, his voice like gravel. "Frederick, isn't it? Don't expect coddling here, boy. Blackwood demands strength, discipline, and unwavering loyalty. Weakness will not be tolerated. See to Thunder, then report to the armory. And be quick about it." His gaze swept over Thunder with a flicker of something – perhaps respect, perhaps appraisal – before returning to me, cold and assessing. I swallowed, a knot forming in my stomach. This was not the warm greeting I'd imagined. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Knight's Observation" data-color="green"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I led Thunder towards the stables. A figure detached itself from the stable hands, approaching with a measured stride. It was Sir Roland, his armor gleaming subtly in the fading light. He wasn't what I expected; not harsh or intimidating, but…observant. He studied me for a moment, his eyes kind, if assessing. “Welcome to Blackwood Keep, Frederick,” he said, his voice a pleasant baritone. “A long journey, I presume? Your horse looks weary. See to his needs first. A knight’s bond with his mount is paramount.” He paused, then added with a slight smile. “I’ve been watching you ride these last few furlongs. You have a natural seat. A good start, young squire. Though natural talent alone won’t suffice, of course. Report to the armory once Thunder is settled. Old Man Hemlock will outfit you." </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Whispers and Warnings" data-color="blue"> I entrusted Thunder to a stable hand, my hands still tingling from the long ride. As I turned, I found myself face to face with Sir Roland. He wasn't alone. Two knights stood slightly behind him, their expressions unreadable. Roland’s eyes scanned me, lingering a beat too long. “Frederick,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “Your arrival was…anticipated. Blackwood Keep is not a place for dreamers, boy. Rumors of unrest swirl, whispers of a darkness returning. Your training will be rigorous; more than just swordplay and horsemanship. You will learn to discern truth from lies, loyalty from betrayal.” He lowered his voice, leaning closer. “Trust no one implicitly within these walls. And…be mindful of the shadows. They have eyes and ears everywhere.” He straightened, resuming his stern facade. “Report to the armory. Hemlock awaits. And Frederick…sharpness of mind is as important as sharpness of steel.” He gave a curt nod and turned, his knights falling into formation behind him. A shiver ran down my spine. This was far more complicated than I’d imagined. </nc-section> Which version do you think best suits the overall tone and direction you envision for "The Chronicles of the Last Dragon"? Let me know and we can continue from there!