Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8T5VFA06HQQTRC64B7H7T

Run Details

Model:: Qwen3 235B A22B Instruct 2507
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 16.0s
Cost:: $0.000355
Provider:: Together

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: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
Sir Roland stood by the stables, his armor polished to a mirror shine, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He watched me dismount with a critical eye. "So, you're the new squire," he said, voice gravelly and firm. "The stable boy said you'd come before nightfall. I hope you’re quicker with discipline than you are with punctuality." His gaze swept over Thunder with mild disapproval. "A fine horse, but you ride him like a farmer chasing chickens. We’ll have to remedy that—and soon. The dragon stirs in the north, boy. We don’t have time for clumsy hands and soft hearts."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Brotherly Greeting" data-color="green">
Before I could lead Thunder into the stable, a hearty laugh rang out from behind a stack of hay. Sir Roland emerged, his armor dented but gleaming with pride, a wide smile on his sun-kissed face. "Frederick! By the forge and flame, you’ve grown since last I saw you!" He clapped me on the shoulder hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. "Come, let the stable hands take your horse. You’re not here to muck stalls—you’re here to become a knight. And maybe, just maybe, the one who’ll find the Last Dragon before the shadows consume us all."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: A Whispered Warning" data-color="blue">
The stables were quiet, save for the soft munching of hay and the distant caw of crows. Then I felt it—a presence. Sir Roland stepped from the shadows, cloaked despite the warm evening, his eyes sharp as flint. He didn’t speak at first, only studied me, then Thunder, then the horizon. Finally, he leaned close. "You shouldn’t have come, lad," he murmured. "Not now. The stars have bled for three nights, and the elders say the last dragon's heart beats again. It’s not training you need… it’s protection. But since you’re here—" he straightened "—we’ll train you fast, and pray it’s enough."
</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