Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8X1D23JCKMSJ3JE9GE6NKW

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 4 26B (Reasoning)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 254ms
Cost:: $0.000159
Provider:: DekaLLM

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: The Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
As I reined in Thunder near the stables, the heavy rhythmic clank of armor echoed against the cobblestones. A man of imposing stature, clad in battle-worn steel that bore the scars of many skirmishes, stepped from the shadows of the hayloft. It was Sir Roland. He did not offer a smile, but rather a piercing gaze that seemed to weigh my very soul. "So, the new squire arrives," he grunted, his voice like grinding stones. "I hope your hands are more useful for a sword than they are for petting horses, boy. Training begins at dawn."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Greeting" data-color="green">
The smell of sweet hay and leather greeted me as I led Thunder toward the stalls. Before I could even dismount, a broad-shouldered knight with a kind, weathered face approached me. Sir Roland wiped his hands on a linen cloth and extended a hand toward me. "Welcome to the citadel, Frederick," he said, his eyes twinkling with a gentle humor. "Don't look so nervous. The stables are the heart of the castle, and you'll find we treat our squires like family here. Let's get you settled before the evening meal."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Formal Introduction" data-color="blue">
I had barely secured Thunder's lead in the stable when a shadow fell across the threshold. A knight of impeccable bearing, his silver plate polished to a mirror sheen, stood waiting. Sir Roland bowed his head just slightly—a gesture of formal recognition. "Frederick of the Lowlands, I presume?" he inquired, his tone measured and aristocratic. "I am Sir Roland, commander of the garrison. You have traveled far to reach us. Steel yourself; the path of a squire is one of discipline and unwavering duty."
</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