Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91S43G5JYFHC77D7ZDD9M5

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 4 26B (Reasoning)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 7.0s
Cost:: $0.000503
Provider:: Parasail

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 Instructor" data-color="red">
As the rhythmic thud of Thunder's hooves slowed near the timber-framed stables, a tall figure stepped from the shadows. Sir Roland, a man whose armor seemed to hold the weight of a thousand battles, stood waiting. His gaze was piercing, sweeping over Frederick and his mount with clinical precision. "You're late, boy," he remarked, his voice like grinding stones. "In this castle, punctuality is as vital as the edge of a blade. Get that beast settled; we begin your lessons at first light."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Kind Mentor" data-color="green">
The scent of fresh hay and oiled leather greeted me as I guided Thunder toward the stalls. Standing by the manger was Sir Roland, his face etched with lines of experience and a surprising warmth. He caught my eye and offered a wide, welcoming grin. "Welcome to the fold, Frederick!" he called out, stepping forward to pat Thunder's neck. "A fine beast you have there. Rest him well, and find your way to the mess hall. You'll need your strength for the tasks ahead."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Weary Guardian" data-color="blue">
Shadows lengthened across the stable yard as I dismounted. Sir Roland was already there, leaning heavily against a post, his hand resting idly on the pommel of his weathered sword. He didn't speak at first, his eyes studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "So, the new squire arrives," he said softly, the sound barely rising above the evening breeze. There was something in his expression—not quite kindness, but a profound, weary recognition—that made me wonder if I had truly understood the gravity of the path I had chosen.
</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