Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07TMXRTXTWZN5S2J9M7EQE

Run Details

Model:: Mistral Small 4
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 3.0s
Cost:: $0.000219
Provider:: Mistral

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Fail	Match blue prose section	(details)
Fail	Match green prose section	(details)
Pass	Match red prose section	(details)
no eval	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fantasy novel author.
You are working on a novel called "The Chronicles of the Last Dragon".

The following tools are available to you:

- <nc-section>
  Use this tool to create a new section of prose.

  Arguments:
  - "data-title": The title of the section.
  - "data-color": Any color of (red, green, blue, yellow, purple, orange, pink, brown).

  Example usage:
  <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue">
  Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training.
  </nc-section>

User/Human

The story so far:
<storySoFar>
Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training.
</storySoFar>

My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze.

User/Human

Continue the story with the following instructions:

"""The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables."""

Create 3 alternate prose sections that continue the story.
- Version 1 (red)
- Version 2 (green)
- Version 3 (blue)

Model response

<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight's Challenge" data-color="red">
The iron-shod hooves of Thunder rang sharply against the cobblestones as I reined in beside the royal stables. Before I could dismount, a shadow fell across the courtyard—a gauntleted hand resting on the hilt of a longsword, its blade still gleaming with the morning’s whetstone. Sir Roland, his dark surcoat emblazoned with a silver dragon, stared up at me with eyes like polished steel.

"You ride well for a boy who looks like he’s never held a sword longer than a turkey leg," he said, his voice rough as gravel. "But riding a horse won’t make you a knight." He jerked his chin toward a straw-strewn practice ring at the far end of the yard where a dozen squires—older, broader, harder—practiced cuts against a wooden dummy. "That’s where you begin. No noble blood excuses poor form. Prove you belong before you step into this castle, or go back to whining about chores in the kitchens."

I swallowed hard, gripping Thunder’s reins tighter. The stallion sensed my tension and pranced sideways, hooves skittering. Sir Roland didn’t laugh. He only turned on his heel and strode away, his spurs ringing like a countdown.
</nc-section>

Evaluation details

Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Fail	Match blue prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Fail	Match green prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="green">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Pass	Match red prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="red">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
no eval