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Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story as requested, each with a different color and tone as specified. ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland (Version 1 - Red)" data-color="red"> The scent of horses and hay hung heavy in the air as I dismounted Thunder near the stables. A figure emerged from the shadows – Sir Roland, a knight whose reputation preceded him. He was a towering man, scarred and weathered, with eyes like chips of flint. He barely acknowledged Thunder with a curt nod, his gaze fixed on me. "So, you're Frederick," he grunted, his voice rough as gravel. "The King sends a boy to train? Don't expect any favors here, squire. This is not a playground. You prove your worth or you'll be back home before the winter snows." His hand rested on the pommel of his sword, a silent warning. A shiver ran down my spine; this was going to be far more difficult than I’d imagined. </nc-section> ``` ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland (Version 2 - Green)" data-color="green"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, I was met by a kindly smile and a genuinely warm greeting. Sir Roland, despite his armor and battle-worn face, possessed an air of gentle strength. "Welcome to Castle Aeridor, Frederick!" he boomed, his voice surprisingly jovial. "A fresh face is always a welcome sight. Let’s get Thunder settled, he’s earned a good rest. I understand you're eager to begin your training? Excellent! Though being a knight is far more than just wielding a sword. It’s about honor, compassion, and protecting those who cannot protect themselves. We have much to learn together, young Frederick. Let's start with the care of our steeds; a true knight understands the bond between man and beast." He offered me a reassuring hand, and I felt a spark of hope ignite within me. </nc-section> ``` ``` <nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland (Version 3 - Blue)" data-color="blue"> The stables were dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a few flickering torches. As I secured Thunder, I felt a presence behind me. Turning, I saw Sir Roland standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the fading light. He didn't speak immediately, simply observing me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. A long silence stretched between us, broken only by the rustling of straw. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured. “Frederick. The King’s decision intrigues me. You have the bearing of a soldier, but… something else. A shadow of uncertainty. Training will reveal your potential, but also your weaknesses. Be warned, squire. I expect diligence, unwavering loyalty, and a willingness to learn. Failure to meet those standards will be… regrettable.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, before he turned and disappeared back into the castle, leaving me alone with my thoughts. </nc-section> ```