Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAS65F5TC9GP047TKX4F6K

Okay, here are three alternate sections continuing the story, as requested, with the specified colors and following the provided instructions. ```xml <nc-section data-title="Greeting at the Stables - Version 1 (Red)" data-color="red"> The rhythmic thunder of Thunder’s hooves subsided as I dismounted before the sprawling stables. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing, clad in gleaming steel—Sir Roland, the Knight of Blackwood. His face, weathered and lined, held a stern expression that offered little warmth. "So, you're Frederick," he rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. "The King sends hopefuls every year. Most fail. Don't expect favors, boy. This isn't a playground. It's a crucible. Prove yourself worthy, or be gone.” He gestured curtly towards the interior of the stable with a gauntleted hand. “See to Thunder, then report to the armory.” There was a distinct lack of welcome in his demeanor, a warning echoing in the air - this training would be harsh. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Greeting at the Stables - Version 2 (Green)" data-color="green"> As Thunder came to a halt near the stables, a knight stepped forward, a smile playing on his lips. It was Sir Roland, renowned not only for his skill in battle but also for his kindness. "Welcome to Blackwood Castle, Frederick!" he said, his voice warm and encouraging. "A fine horse you ride there. Strong and spirited, just like you, I wager!" He extended a hand, calloused but firm, to help me dismount. “The King speaks highly of your potential. We'll see if it’s deserved, of course, but I believe you have a good heart and a willing spirit. See to Thunder’s needs – he’s a magnificent beast and deserves respect – then head to the armory. Master Alaric will fit you with your training gear." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he continued, "Don’t be afraid to ask questions, young one. We're all here to help you learn." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Greeting at the Stables - Version 3 (Blue)" data-color="blue"> The scent of hay and horses filled the air as I brought Thunder to a stop before the stables. Sir Roland appeared almost silently, a figure of quiet authority. He was older than I’d imagined, with silver threaded through his dark hair and a gaze that seemed to look directly through me. “Frederick,” he acknowledged, his voice calm and measured, not unkind, but certainly not effusive. "The King has entrusted you to my care. A significant responsibility, for both of us." He observed Thunder with knowing eyes. “A good mount. A loyal and powerful companion. Such things are essential in this life. Tend to him first,” he instructed, gesturing toward the open stable doors. “Show me you understand the value of partnership. Then, report to the armory. We'll discuss your training... and your purpose.” A subtle pause hung in the air, hinting at a deeper meaning behind his words, a greater destiny than mere knighthood. </nc-section> ```