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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, as requested, with Sir Roland greeting Frederick near the stables. Each is tagged with a different color. **Version 1 (red - emphasizing initial tension & Roland’s sternness)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As Thunder slowed to a walk, a figure detached himself from the shadow of the stables. He was a man built like an oak, clad in polished steel that gleamed even in the fading light. Sir Roland, they called him – the King’s most trusted knight. He didn’t offer a smile, only a scrutinizing gaze that swept from my boots to the top of my head. "So, you’re Frederick," he said, his voice a low rumble. “The King expects much from those seeking to serve. Don't mistake this castle for a holiday. You’ll earn your keep through sweat and obedience. See to your horse, then report to the armory. Master Bram will begin your… instruction.” He barely acknowledged my nod before turning back toward the stables, the clink of his armor a final, pointed dismissal. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green - emphasizing warmth & mentorship)** <nc-section data-title="A Welcoming Hand" data-color="green"> Thunder whinnied softly as I reined him in near the stables, and a moment later a man emerged, his armor gleaming with a well-worn polish. “Welcome, young Frederick,” he boomed, a kind smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. It was Sir Roland, the legendary knight. He extended a calloused hand, helping me dismount. “Long ride? Thunder’s a fine animal. The King speaks highly of your eagerness. Don’t worry about impressing anyone today, just get settled. See to your horse – the stablehands will help – then find me in the training yard after you've had a bite to eat. We’ll start with the basics, but I have a feeling you'll pick things up quickly.” He clapped me on the shoulder, a gesture filled with genuine warmth. “Now, go and rest. Tomorrow, the real work begins.” </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue - emphasizing mystery & a feeling of unease)** <nc-section data-title="Shadows and Greetings" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and leather hung heavy in the air as I approached the stables. A lone figure stood silhouetted against the interior gloom, and as I drew closer, I recognized the imposing form of Sir Roland. He didn’t seem to *notice* my approach until I was almost upon him, and then his gaze felt…distant, as if he were looking *through* me rather than *at* me. "Frederick," he said, his voice softer than I expected, yet it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “The King awaits your dedication. Tend to your horse, then report to the armory. But be warned, boy…” He paused, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone to appear. “…things are not always as they seem within these walls. Observe. Listen. And trust no one…completely.” He offered no handshake, no further explanation, simply melting back into the shadows as quickly as he'd appeared. </nc-section> Which version do you prefer, or would you like me to develop one further? I'm ready to continue the chronicles based on your preference.