Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07WXG4XZMBCMVMYKYV6MM8

Run Details

Model:: GPT-5.4 Mini
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 3.7s
Cost:: $0.001896
Provider:: OpenAI

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Pass	Match blue prose section	(details)
Pass	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" data-color="red">
Frederick had only just dismounted when a broad-shouldered knight emerged from the shadow of the stables, his polished breastplate catching the last of the sunset. “You must be the new squire,” Sir Roland said, his voice deep but not unkind. He offered Frederick a firm hand. “Welcome to the castle. If you mean to serve well here, begin by learning the way of the horses—there is no finer teacher of patience than a restless steed.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green">
Near the stables, Frederick slowed his pace as a knight in weathered armor stepped from behind a stack of hay. Sir Roland lifted a hand in greeting, a faint smile hidden beneath his mustache. “So,” he said, studying the boy with clear, steady eyes, “you are the squire they sent me. Good. We can always use someone with strong hands and a willing heart. Come—before the horses decide you are more nervous than they are.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue">
As Frederick approached the stable yard, he was met by the clink of armor and the scent of straw and leather. Sir Roland stood beside the nearest stall, one hand resting on the carved hilt of his sword, the other extended in welcome. “You’ve arrived at a busy hour, lad,” he said warmly. “The horses are being groomed, the tack repaired, and every stable boy in the castle is pretending to work. You may as well join them—and prove you know which end of a brush belongs to the horse.”
</nc-section>

Evaluation details

Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Pass	Match blue prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Pass	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