Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAY91DJJADGXVNZYYR43TF

Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, each with a specified color, fulfilling your instruction to incorporate Sir Roland’s greeting: **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a knight etched with the scars of a hundred battles, stood near the stables, his hand resting on the pommel of his broadsword. His face was grim, his eyes assessing, and he radiated an undeniable authority. He didn’t smile, didn’t offer a welcoming gesture. “You must be Frederick,” he stated, his voice a low rumble. “The Captain awaits. Don’t expect luxury. This is the Citadel, not a gilded cage. Keep your wits about you, boy, and prove yourself worthy.” He gestured towards the imposing stone building with a curt nod, and Thunder shifted nervously beneath me, sensing the knight’s intensity. “Follow me.” </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Measured Kindness" data-color="green"> As I approached the stable yard, a figure emerged - Sir Roland, famed throughout the kingdom for his skill with a lance and, surprisingly, a gentle heart. He wasn’t clad in gleaming plate armor, but rather a practical tunic and leather jerkin, dusted with the red clay of the fields. He offered a slight bow. “Frederick, isn't it?” he asked, his voice warm and surprisingly melodic. “Welcome to Castle Blackwood. I’m Roland. I’ve heard tales of your family's bravery – your grandfather served with distinction at the Battle of Silver Creek, you know. The Captain is eager to see you, but before you go, let me show you to a stable and give you a bit of supper. It’s a long journey, and a young squire needs his strength.” He smiled faintly, a genuine, reassuring expression that eased some of my apprehension. </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="Duty and Observation" data-color="blue"> The rain had begun to fall, a fine, persistent drizzle, as Sir Roland materialized from the shadows of the stables. He was a man built of grey stone and quiet strength, his armor dull with rain and bearing the weathered marks of countless patrols. He didn’t waste words. “Frederick,” he greeted, his tone professional, almost clinical. “I’m Roland. I’ve been tasked with observing you. Your family’s reputation precedes you, of course, but reputation does not equal competence. I expect diligence, discipline, and loyalty. The Captain will assess your skills; I will assess your character. Do not disappoint.” He studied me with an unnerving stare, seemingly searching for some hidden flaw. “Come,” he commanded, turning and moving purposefully towards the castle entrance. “Let’s not keep him waiting.” </nc-section> --- Which version would you like me to use, or would you like me to combine elements from different versions, or perhaps explore a completely different direction?