Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8ZDJRQWQR8YPC6TH3PM8Q0

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 4 31B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 31.7s
Cost:: $0.000204
Provider:: DeepInfra

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 brought Thunder to a halt near the stables, a man of imposing stature stepped from the shadows of the eaves. He wore a breastplate of polished steel that mirrored the dying light of the sun. Sir Roland did not smile; his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned me from head to toe, lingering on my dusty boots. "You're late, boy," he barked, his voice like grinding stone. "The castle does not wait for squires, and neither do I. Dismount and present yourself."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Greeting" data-color="green">
I had barely stepped off my horse when a hearty laugh echoed through the stables. A knight with a weathered face and a kind smile approached, his crimson cloak billowing behind him. "Welcome, Frederick!" Sir Roland exclaimed, clapping a heavy hand on my shoulder that nearly knocked the wind out of me. "We've been expecting you. You have the look of a true warrior about you—and a fine beast of a horse to boot. Come, let's get you settled before the feast."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue">
The stables were quiet, save for the soft nickering of horses, when a figure emerged from the gloom. Sir Roland stood leaning against a wooden pillar, cleaning a long dagger with a piece of silk. He didn't look up at first, his focus entirely on the blade. "So, you're the one they sent," he murmured, his voice low and melodic, yet laced with an indefinable tension. He finally looked up, and I saw a flicker of something—recognition or perhaps curiosity—in his gaze. "Many come to these walls seeking glory, Frederick. Few know what it actually costs."
</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