Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYA3M6DJ7XE65NZB0RYS0ZE

Run Details

Model:: Ministral 3 14B
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 21.5s
Cost:: $0.000623
Provider:: Mistral

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
57.14%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
95.32%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
6.45%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
23.86%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
77.54%	Name drop frequency	(details)
100.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
10.61%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
94.30%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
26.84%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
94.78%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
43.40%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
54.12%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
58.82%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
53.57%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
73.2251%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The air smelled like honey and damp earth when they stepped through the standing stones, and for a heartbeat, Rory’s breath caught in her throat. One moment, she’d been crouched in the undergrowth of Richmond Park, the other—nothing. No transition, no warning. Just the sudden, disorienting shift of the world tilting beneath her feet.

She stumbled forward, fingers brushing the rough bark of an oak so ancient its trunk split into three gnarled branches like the roots of some forgotten god. The bark was warm under her palm, pulsing faintly, as if the tree itself breathed. Nyx moved beside her, their shadowy form rippling like smoke caught in a draft. They didn’t speak, but the way their violet eyes gleamed—almost hungry—made Rory’s skin prickle.

“This place isn’t right,” she muttered, though she wasn’t sure if she meant the grove or the way her pulse still hammered from the jump.

Isolde glided ahead, her silver hair catching the dappled light like spun moonlight. She didn’t turn, but her voice carried anyway, soft as wind through reeds. *“The Grove does not welcome the unprepared.”* The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken meaning.

Rory adjusted the strap of her backpack, her fingers brushing the cold hilt of the Fae-forged blade Isolde had pressed into her hands before they left. The metal was always like this—unnaturally chill, as if it had been plucked from the heart of a glacier. She’d almost refused it at first. Weapons weren’t her thing. But Isolde had only smiled, her lavender eyes unreadable, and said, *“Trust the cold. It lies.”*

Now, Rory wasn’t sure if that was advice or a warning.

The deeper they walked, the more the grove seemed to *shift* around them. Flowers bloomed in impossible colors—petals the shade of bruises, others striped like a tiger’s fur—and the air hummed with a sound just beyond hearing, like the vibration of a plucked string too high for mortal ears. Nyx reached out, their fingers passing through a cluster of black roses without so much as a rustle. *“No footprints,”* they murmured, more to themselves than anyone. *“Not even hers.”*

Isolde paused at the edge of a clearing where the grass gave way to smooth, pale stone. The ground here was unnaturally flat, as if carved by hands that had long since forgotten what they’d made. And in the center, where the earth should have been, stood a well. Not a well like any Rory had seen—no wooden bucket, no rotting rope. This was a pit of darkness, its surface still as glass, reflecting nothing.

“What is this?” Rory asked, though she already knew. The answer coiled in her gut, heavy and certain.

*“A mirror,”* Isolde said. *“And a door.”*

Nyx crouched, their shadow stretching long across the stones. *“It doesn’t want us here.”* Their voice was barely a whisper, but the words sent a chill down Rory’s spine. She could *feel* it—the well’s resistance, like the push of a tide against her skin. The Heartstone pendant at her throat pulsed once, twice, its crimson gem throbbing faintly against her collarbone.

She swallowed. “How do we—”

*“You don’t ask,”* Isolde interrupted. *“You listen.”*

And then the grove *moved*.

The trees groaned, their branches twisting as if caught in a sudden, unseen wind. The flowers bent toward the well, petals curling inward like fingers. Rory’s breath hitched as the ground beneath her feet *shifted*, the stones rearranging themselves into a spiral, a path leading straight to the dark water. Nyx’s form flickered, their edges dissolving into smoke for a heartbeat before solidifying again, sharper, more defined.

*“It’s reacting to the blade,”* Nyx said, voice tight. *“And the pendant.”*

Rory’s fingers tightened around the hilt. The cold seeped into her palm, and for the first time, she didn’t hate it. She *understood*. This place was alive. Hungry. And it had *seen* them.

Isolde stepped forward, her bare feet not so much touching the stones as *gliding* over them. *“The Veil is thin here,”* she said. *“Thinner than it’s been in centuries.”* She turned her head, and Rory realized with a jolt that the seer wasn’t looking at her. Not at Nyx. Not at the well.

She was looking *beyond* them.

Rory followed her gaze—and saw nothing. Just the trees, the stones, the endless dark of the well. But then, for the briefest moment, a flicker. A distortion in the air, like heat rising from pavement. The Veil. The barrier between worlds.

Her stomach twisted. *“It’s tearing.”*

Isolde’s lips curved, just slightly. *“Or unraveling.”*

Nyx’s shadow stretched toward the well, their form wavering like a candle flame in a draft. *“We’re not supposed to be here,”* they said again, but this time, there was no fear in their voice. Only something sharper. Anticipation. *“But we are.”*

Rory exhaled, slow and steady. She could feel the weight of the pendant now, pressing against her skin, warm as a brand. The blade in her hand felt lighter, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

She took a step forward.

The stones beneath her feet were cool, smooth, *alive*. The air thickened, pressing in around her like syrup. The well’s surface rippled, and for a heartbeat, she saw something in its depths—not a reflection, but a *place*. A sky the color of blood-orange amber. Vineyards stretching endlessly, orchards heavy with fruit that glowed like embers. The scent of spice and roasting meat filled her nose, rich and intoxicating.

Dymas.

Her breath hitched. She’d heard the stories—whispers of the Hel realms, of the sins made flesh. Gluttony wasn’t just a vice here. It was a *kingdom*.

And she was standing at its door.

Nyx’s hand found hers, their fingers cold as grave dirt. *“You don’t have to do this,”* they murmured.

Rory met their gaze. The violet in their eyes was brighter now, almost painful to look at. *“Yes,”* she said. *“I do.”*

Isolde’s voice cut through the tension, soft but unyielding. *“The choice was never yours to make.”*

The well’s surface shimmered. The path of stones beneath their feet *pulled*, as if the earth itself was drawing them in. Rory’s pulse roared in her ears. She could turn back. She could run. But the pendant burned against her skin, and the blade in her hand felt *right*.

She stepped onto the first stone.

The world dissolved around her.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

57.14%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde had only [only]"
1	"they said again [again]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.583

leniency

rawRatio

0.143

effectiveRatio

0.143

95.32%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1069

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

6.45%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1069

totalAiIsms

found

word	"pulse"
count	2

word	"unspoken"
count	1

word	"chill"
count	2

word	"unreadable"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"flickered"
count	1

word	"flicker"
count	1

word	"stomach"
count	1

word	"unraveling"
count	1

word	"wavering"
count	1

word	"anticipation"
count	1

word	"could feel"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"depths"
count	1

word	"grave"
count	1

word	"tension"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

highlights

0	"pulse"
1	"unspoken"
2	"chill"
3	"unreadable"
4	"whisper"
5	"pulsed"
6	"flickered"
7	"flicker"
8	"stomach"
9	"unraveling"
10	"wavering"
11	"anticipation"
12	"could feel"
13	"weight"
14	"depths"
15	"grave"
16	"tension"
17	"shimmered"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"sent a shiver through"
count	1

highlights

0	"sent a chill down"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	96
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	106
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	38
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

23.86%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1056

ratio

0.088

matches

0	"“The Grove does not welcome the unprepared.”"
1	"“Trust the cold. It lies.”"
2	"shift"
3	"“No footprints,”"
4	"“Not even hers.”"
5	"“A mirror,”"
6	"“And a door.”"
7	"“It doesn’t want us here.”"
8	"feel"
9	"“You don’t ask,”"
10	"“You listen.”"
11	"moved"
12	"shifted"
13	"“It’s reacting to the blade,”"
14	"“And the pendant.”"
15	"understood"
16	"seen"
17	"gliding"
18	"“The Veil is thin here,”"
19	"“Thinner than it’s been in centuries.”"
20	"beyond"
21	"“It’s tearing.”"
22	"“Or unraveling.”"
23	"“We’re not supposed to be here,”"
24	"“But we are.”"
25	"alive"
26	"place"
27	"kingdom"
28	"“You don’t have to do this,”"
29	"“Yes,”"
30	"“I do.”"
31	"“The choice was never yours to make.”"
32	"pulled"
33	"right"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	13
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

77.54%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

966

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.45

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	14
Richmond	1
Park	1
Isolde	9
Fae-forged	1
Nyx	8
Heartstone	1
Veil	1
Hel	1

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Isolde"
2	"Nyx"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"

globalScore

0.775

windowScore

0.833

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"smelled like honey and damp earth when the"

10.61%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

1.894

wordCount

1056

matches

0	"not supposed to be here,”* they said again, but this time, there was no fear in their voice"
1	"not a reflection, but a place"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	106
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

30.17

std

25.06

0.831

sampleLengths

0	54
1	70
2	25
3	42
4	71
5	11
6	79
7	75
8	18
9	7
10	61
11	5
12	7
13	5
14	67
15	12
16	33
17	53
18	5
19	41
20	5
21	7
22	42
23	38
24	5
25	68
26	1
27	26
28	7
29	18
30	22
31	16
32	49
33	6
34	5

94.30%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been crouched"
1	"been plucked"
2	"been, stood"

26.84%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

154

matches

0	"wasn’t looking"
1	"was looking"
2	"was standing"
3	"was drawing"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

106

ratio

0.085

matches

0	"One moment, she’d been crouched in the undergrowth of Richmond Park, the other—nothing."
1	"They didn’t speak, but the way their violet eyes gleamed—almost hungry—made Rory’s skin prickle."
2	"The metal was always like this—unnaturally chill, as if it had been plucked from the heart of a glacier."
3	"Flowers bloomed in impossible colors—petals the shade of bruises, others striped like a tiger’s fur—and the air hummed with a sound just beyond hearing, like the vibration of a plucked string too high for mortal ears."
4	"Not a well like any Rory had seen—no wooden bucket, no rotting rope."
5	"She could feel it—the well’s resistance, like the push of a tide against her skin."
6	"Rory followed her gaze—and saw nothing."
7	"The well’s surface rippled, and for a heartbeat, she saw something in its depths—not a reflection, but a place."
8	"She’d heard the stories—whispers of the Hel realms, of the sins made flesh."

94.78%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	979
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	45
adverbRatio	0.045965270684371805
lyAdverbCount	9
lyAdverbRatio	0.009193054136874362

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	106
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

106

mean

9.96

std

6.98

0.7

sampleLengths

0	25
1	13
2	4
3	12
4	27
5	15
6	14
7	14
8	25
9	13
10	13
11	16
12	26
13	19
14	6
15	4
16	16
17	11
18	13
19	36
20	18
21	9
22	3
23	17
24	19
25	13
26	13
27	13
28	9
29	9
30	4
31	3
32	9
33	20
34	15
35	17
36	2
37	3
38	5
39	2
40	5
41	14
42	11
43	25
44	17
45	9
46	3
47	6
48	15
49	2

43.40%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	9
diversityRatio	0.3113207547169811
totalSentences	106
uniqueOpeners	33

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Just the sudden, disorienting shift"
1	"Just the trees, the stones,"
2	"Only something sharper."

ratio

0.035

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She stumbled forward, fingers brushing"
1	"They didn’t speak, but the"
2	"she muttered, though she wasn’t"
3	"She didn’t turn, but her"
4	"She’d almost refused it at"
5	"they murmured, more to themselves"
6	"Their voice was barely a"
7	"She could feel it—the well’s"
8	"She turned her head, and"
9	"She was looking beyond them."
10	"Her stomach twisted."
11	"they said again, but this"
12	"She could feel the weight"
13	"She took a step forward."
14	"Her breath hitched."
15	"She’d heard the stories—whispers of"
16	"It was a kingdom."
17	"She could turn back."
18	"She could run."
19	"She stepped onto the first"

ratio

0.235

54.12%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air smelled like honey"
1	"She stumbled forward, fingers brushing"
2	"The bark was warm under"
3	"Nyx moved beside her, their"
4	"They didn’t speak, but the"
5	"she muttered, though she wasn’t"
6	"Isolde glided ahead, her silver"
7	"She didn’t turn, but her"
8	"The words hung between them,"
9	"Rory adjusted the strap of"
10	"The metal was always like"
11	"She’d almost refused it at"
12	"Weapons weren’t her thing."
13	"The deeper they walked, the"
14	"Flowers bloomed in impossible colors—petals"
15	"Nyx reached out, their fingers"
16	"they murmured, more to themselves"
17	"Isolde paused at the edge"
18	"The ground here was unnaturally"
19	"This was a pit of"

ratio

0.812

58.82%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Now, Rory wasn’t sure if"

ratio

0.012

100.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Nyx’s form flickered, their edges dissolving into smoke for a heartbeat before solidifying again, sharper, more defined."
1	"Vineyards stretching endlessly, orchards heavy with fruit that glowed like embers."

53.57%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"they murmured, more to themselves than anyone"
1	"Nyx said, voice tight"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"she muttered (mutter)"
1	"they murmured (murmur)"
2	"Isolde interrupted (interrupt)"
3	"they murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.417

leniency

0.833

rawRatio

0.4

effectiveRatio

0.333

73.2251%